You leave me high and dry

Render me motionless

A conflict between my two sides

The pragmatic one and the whimsical one

The one who rationalizes

And the one who lives outside my body

The one who kills the slightest sense of emotion

The one who wants to break free

from all this analysis paralysis

A tug of war

between love and logic

Between fantasy and reality

But the battle was already lost

The casualty lies bleeding and helpless

I've bled till there is nothing left

Hope succumbed to the truth

What would you have chosen?