The split lives of my heart
are thriving.
I loved you,
then realized,
it wasn't love.
It was hope mixed in with a desire for that story book romance.
I like you, but I don't know if you're just my substitution.
My way out of a spiraling airplane of sorrow.
I'm trying to soul search,
to find the truth that lurks,
beneath this crazy exterior.
I've come to realize,
that I am two people in one.
So now I'm trying to find the one that is best
the single least poison.
A split life of my heart
covets you,
and the other is forgetting you.
Overall, I feel this ending in mistakes
ending in three heartbreaks.
The split lives of my heart....
will chose either one or none at all.
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this poem says what it says, and i wont delete it. i dont feel anything thats written here anymore so its absolutely JUST a poem.
