Conflict, me
I cannot choose which one of you should get
to stick around. There's one I love and one
I use; do I settle for things or run
and leap for dreams? Either way, one gets left.
And why am I the one that has to choose?
I do not lie, they know that they share me.
I do not try to hide the bitter tea
I brew within my heart, my hinges loose.
By all beliefs I should be lost alone,
and yet I have unlucky chance to run
with both you two. Please go; I've had my fun
but do not want a boy to call my own.
Yet how to say it? Nothing I can do
but grit my teeth and see this battle through.
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