I'm stuck in the middle,
In between two.
Choices await me,
Yet I don't know what to do.

If an essay was to be written,
In comparison that is.
My feelings would be divided,
To the both I dearly miss.

One smells like lavender,
One smells like rose.
Sometimes I wish I was Bella,
Who was confident in who she chose.

If lavender was a werewolf,
I would rest warmly in his arms.
Rose would be a blood-sucker,
Who would draw me in with his charms.

Unfortunately for me,
My life isn't twilight.
My scents aren't characters
It's my real feelings I need to highlight.