Torn In TwoA Poem by Victoria ThorntonThis is just words, they aint gonna sound the same. It's gonna make sense though...
I met you, my Warrior
You were broken.
I came and fixed your wounds.
Even in my black heart, I loved you. I fell for you.
I kept falling till my endless darkness consumed me.
Never more was there love like yours in my black heart.
I can barely breathe now, but I take you as you are.
Flawed.
Wait! What did you do?
You lied to me Warrior!
You lied to me!
Can you find your self in your lies my Warrior!?
No! I don't love you my Warrior!
I can't love a lie!
Warrior you just wanted. Wanted. Wanted.
I don't know what else to give.
Never that though.
Never that.
I see you my Warrior.
I SEE YOU!
But here I am thinking of the strength that you gave me.
I still want you my Warrior.
I still love you.
I see you now my Warrior and look back at him.
My Angel.
He's there for me. With me. He showed it.
I held your hand once apon a time Angel.
You grasped my hand and lend me your grace.
I was happy with you my Angel.
That happiness spread to others.
Then you left me broken.
Again.
I see you coming back to me.
Should I open my arms to you my Angel.
Or to you my Warrior?
Torn In Two, between Love and Happiness.
Don't let me drown in my own tears of frustration.
Don't make me choose between the two.
Don't make me cry for either.
All I ever wanted was a balance.
Let me have that balance.
I still look back at my blue eyed Angel and wonder what if.
I hold on to you and look behind you and I see my Angel fly for me.
I hold your hand as I reach for my Angel.
When I feel his grasp, you let me go.
My hand searches for you.
I find it and let go of my Angel.
Then my Angel looks for me.
Torn In Two, between my Angel and my Warrior.
I can never let both of you go.
A choice has to be made.
I have to make a choice.
Or I have neither.
Torn In Two, like a 'tug of war' match.
I am the center.
Please stop pulling for me.
How am I worth your strength my warrior?
How did I get your grace my angel?
Choosing between the both is like choosing between breathing and air.
I can't have one with out the other.
Was I Torn In Two?
I loved you Warrior.
Angel, you made me happy.
Yes I am Torn In Two.
No, I am not at fault here.
Or am I?
Did I lead both my Angel and my Warrior on?
Do they deserve such behaivor?
This is how I am Torn In Two.
I want my Warrior.
I want my Angel.
But choosing between the two is like choosong between breathing and air.
I can't have one with out the other.
© 2010 Victoria ThorntonAuthor's Note
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