Torn

This is how it feels...

Two emotions

Two extremes

Two clashing ideas

 

Both tear at the heart

Both drain energy

Both embody life succinctly

 

My heart bleeds to be near you.

My soul abhors the thought of you.

I feel torn.

 

I am part of you.

I am what you abandoned.

I am your first child.

 

I love you.

I hate you.

Do you care?