One Severed Heart
I may need to leave here
He tells her
It’s not about you
Okay, she says.
What else can she possibly say?
For three months they have been inseparable
Like conjoined twins
Or one severed heart
Beating together that both may survive
He has been her champion
Her secret-sharer
Her one true friend
Her hope
It is her tendency to take the blame
Yet she knows in a moment of truth
That what he needs does not seem to be
Within her power to give
Her intellect tells her not to fret
But her heart knows better:
What am I lacking
What didn’t I do
What could I change
So you would want to stay.
September 22, 2009 at 10:21 am
Intellect vs. Emotion.. a constant battle.
It would be much easier if intellect could rule over emotion when we wanted it to. However, things would be much less beautiful without emotion.
September 23, 2009 at 7:43 am
Indeed! Thanks for visiting.