Two of You, by MwsR
Daggers are not as sharp as your own tongue
Both able to inflict pain and a hurtful blow
THIS I personally know.
Sometimes I think you are a double person
How else can you hurt me and yet love me so much.
You could have a disorder or such, just a hunch.
Sometimes I feel that you’d like me to disappear
To leave you and other times, I feel so wanted and loved
How can both things reside in someone so beloved?
Times when you mumble and think it’s okay
Are often the times I have asked for your help
But somehow the need is overshadowed by your relentlessness, yep.
You act like it is a chore to help me out
You see no reason to have to do things like that, you’d swear
Yet at other times, you are so Devan ere
I am never really sure which you I’ll see
Guess it probably depends on me
Or at least what you think of as fair and justified, not agony
Isn’t it funny how people show one side yet there’s another?
One you’d show when convenient or in certain circumstance
And another that might be selfish or takes a stance.
Critical skills are needed to stay strong
When you feel you don’t belong
Or when another does you wrong
Else you would wallow in pity and sadness
Embarrassed by the affections you gave to another
Your heart, you lent to them to be together
STILL, don’t feel individualized, you aren’t
You just felt what was in your heart.
You cannot help if there are two of them
But you must show them the one you want
Or deal with both like a psychic deals with a haunt
Straight to the point, and so things go back to normal.