Poet 11586

Torn

I don't know what to do,
I don't know what I'm doing,
Yet I know I'm doing it again:...
Overthinking.
Destroying.
Hurting.
It's not that I don't care about you,
but I constantly question myself;
'Is this it? Is this what everyone talks about?'
Because either I'm deluding myself or 'love' isn't the blessing I had hoped for.
I didn't expect a miracle, but I certainly didn't think I'd end up here.
Every morning, after those few blissful seconds, it always hits me.
I'm so torn between what is right and what feels right; sadly they're not one and the same.
I'm torn between keeping you and saving your heart or being alone and saving mine.
And I'm torn between saying 'I love you too' or staying silent when you tell me the same.
Either way, one of us is going to break.
But until then, I'll die slowly each day.