Two

The life of Miss. Bella Swan

 

I have two favorite boys. Is there enough room for two? Can I be best friends with one and let the other keep my heart? Is that right? I know I’m a horrible person. I know I can’t keep the balance between friendship and love. They tip it on their own. They fight and make my heart ache. I can’t take sides. I have to be the middle man. How can I do that when my arms are going to get ripped off? Both would do almost anything for me.

When I try to be serious with my best friend, he loses his mind and takes it out on me, yet I still love him. When I try to talk about my friendship, my love’s face goes cold, and I still love him too. A person like me, deserves to be locked away and forgotten. I know that that’s not right either but I can’t help it. I don’t know what I did to make it happen. I don’t know why I keep doing this to them. If anyone could ever explain it to me, I know that it would help. I know a lot yet so little. I always say that people like me deserve to be shot. I don’t really want to be but maybe I do deserve it. I can’t really be the judge. An outsider can but I don’t think I want to hear what they have to say. It may hurt more than the bullet.

Author's Note

Yeah, I have some wacked out thoughts sometimes.