Category: Poem Sharing

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.