Ripped Soul

I wish if i could split myself,my body,

my heart and my soul into two,

just like the reflections of me.

one for the one i love and

one for her who loves me.

i wish if this could come true

if i could exist in two yet unique

if i could be one and the same

in the ripped souls of my own.

it feels like nothing but hell to know

her love for me and to neglect.

it not just hurts but bleeds

it just hurts and bleeds to know

that some loves me,though known

that i am committed and not alone.

it hurts, bleeds, pains and finally kills
but i fear of standing this morbid state
i do not want to be killed by this pain
for my life is not yet fully lived...

I wish if i could split myself,my body,
my heart and my soul into two,
if i could exist in two yet unique
in the ripped souls of my own.