Wolves

In my heart there are two Wolves.
They are always fighting, the battle never ceases.
They fight for two different reasons, neither ever winning, nor losing.
They fight for Love.
One says tell her I Love her, the other says do not.
What am I to do?
If I tell, I might lose her, but if I don't, I will never have her.
She gives me boundless ecstasy, and never-ending pain.
Will the fighting ever stop,
Between,
These two Wolves, in my Heart.

More Wolves have joined the fray.
The fighting still hahasn't ceased.
They rip and tear at each other, and yet the only harm the do is to the ground on which they fight,
My Heart.
Each wolf has its strengths and weaknesses.
Each dominating for a few minutes, only to be swiftly beaten back down.
They rip and tear, bite and snarl.
Nothing is ever truly accomplished, not one loses, or wins.
Some say speak my feelings, for all to hear, others say keep them locked inside.
Their battle is meaningless, yet they continue.
I wish only for a few minuets of peace, but those minuets shall never come.
As long as these Wolves continue to fight in my Heart.

The fighting has finally halted
The wolf who said speak my mind, and tell her of my Love has won.
I can finally have peace.
This respite is melancholy, however
for my worse nightmares have come true.
for my Love does not love me.
One task is done, yet one harder to accomplish lies ahead.
for now,
I must learn to stop loving her
I know it is pointless to try, but I must move on.
for even though she does not love me, my Heart is still hers.