• I'm so torn.
    Between the
    way I think and
    the way my heart beats.
    Is my heart a lie?
    Or is my mind
    on the other end
    of the concept?
    Is it my fault
    he's the way
    he is? Amazing
    in so many ways that
    It somehow doesn't seem
    serreal? Is he
    my new reality?
    Or am I just the
    reality show?
    Is this just puppy
    love? Because,
    My palms have never
    sweated as much
    as they do now
    when he is my presence.
    Maybe I'm the lie?
    But I feel so true.
    So true to myself,
    so true to him,
    so true that
    I know. I must be.
    Torn. So close I can
    feel him breathe,
    my heart turns to
    stone and at the time
    melts. Why am I torn?
    To where I am confused?
    I really do feel true.
    Just he's more. Much
    more than a crush
    from miles
    away. I've tried to
    keep quite. I've
    tried to be loud.
    But still I'm not heard.
    But you know what?
    I now know he does hear me.
    He just wants me to
    prove, that I am
    torn, and he is the
    thread that has
    sewn me together
    again. Why am I
    in love? Or is it too
    soon to say love
    All I know is that
    he loves me and I'm
    so happy I can barely
    speak. No more neadless
    Torn for me. He was my need.