I must be Schizophrenic.
There's me
and then
there's my heart.

She's the one who kissed you,
and
I'm the one who panicked and said they had to leave.

She's the one who doodles your name in her journal,
and
I'm the one who turns off their phone to avoid contact with you.

She's the one who can feel this passionate, sap dripping love.

I'm the who's tired of picking up the pieces and pretending to be alright.
I'm the one who can feel the potential pain of losing you.

Maybe one day you can love us both.