Three hearts for thee divided,
Lust battles with duty for attention,
Making waves that drowned your cries,
Yet you persisted.

Three loves became one,
Your heart the sole victor,
To you go the spoils,
And yet you persisted.

One heart's love is yours entire,
Overworked and overwhelming,
Wounded soldiers make terrible bedmates,
And yet you persist.

Feeling what I feel is painful,
The confusion,
The pain
Always annoyed.
The future ... The future ...
Eco
I am the replication of myself.
Who pulls the strings? Stop!
Who controls the heads,the voices?
Am I the underground one or the other?
The one that range in silence, or the one that you hear?
One is mine. The other belongs to whom? Yours?
Is the half missing, your half?
My better half, yours?
Half me, half you?
Half?
Wait. What are you doing? Wait!
Half afraid to be half yours.
Half fear, half me. Half?
I'm always unbroken in what i do
How can i be divided?
Why should I bring my entire soul to be half?
I might as well be completely me than half yours, right?
What are you doing?
Wait.