I look at you and then I look at her. Both complete me.
A part of me lives in you both for living without one is not living at all.
I then look at myself in the mirror. Questioning myself why do i love you both. Why can't my heart choose.
I then realize. My heart is split. My heart are two pieces of this puzzle. Two pieces that complete me, the puzzle.
I am nothing but a puzzling person. And no puzzle is complete without every piece. They are both the final pieces yet only one I can have.
How do i choose you may ask? The answer is I don't. For I can't have both and deserve neither.
For all the pain is one sided. For one hurts me and breaks me while the other loves me for me yet I hurt her.
Emotionally and mentally broken from one while the other patches my wounds and loves me. Deceived by ones lies I still love her. As she loves another. Doesn't love me yet I still love her.
As the other. She looks at me with eyes and a smile that you get from a puppy getting a treat. Looks st me as if I enchant her.
Now I sit here once more puzzled and broken again. For both pieces must be gone. For I will be the I'm the unfinished, and untouched puzzle.
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Author:
Mikhail (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 30th, 2018 01:05
- Comment from author about the poem: My heart is being torn apart by two people. The girl I'm with and dating. And m best friend who was my girlfriend once. My heart clings to them both but I can't choose. And so I started typing out my poem on my Samsung notes and came up with this. Hope y'all enjoy
- Category: Reflection
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YOU HAVE A VERY DIFFICULT DILEMMA.PRAY ON IT AND THE ANSWER WILL MAKE ITSELF KNOWN,
I FEEL FOR YOU MIKAIL,I HAVE BEEN ON YOUR GIRLFRIENDS END OF THIS.I LOVED HIM TO NO END,I STILL DO,BUT HE LOVED HIS EX,WHO HAPPENED TO BE HIS BEST FRIEND.HE LED ME ON, WE WAS ENGAGED AND EVERYTHING,WEDDING 3 MONTHS AWAY.THEN BROKE MY HEART,AND NOT 2 MONTHS LATER,SHE LEFT HIM FOR HER EX,AND HE REGRETTED HIS DECISION EVER SINCE,I STILL HAVEN'T SEEN HIM BUT WE KNOW THE SAME PEOPLE AND I HEAR THINGS,HE WAS HURT LIKE I WAS.
THINK IT THROUGH VERY CAREFULLY,AND PRAY ON IT. JUST BE CAREFUL,I DON'T WANT YOU TO BE THE ONE HURT IN THE END. YOUR FRIEND MELISSA
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