A voice inside my head conveys a message:
"Don't you go seeing him again.
Do you want to back to the beginning
Where your heart was tore in two?
Do you want to go back where
You were left to wonder what you meant?
If you were there because he missed you
Or that you were there because he was lonely?"
Sometimes I find my heart agreeing
And sometimes I find another voice disputatious:
"But I love him so.
Seeing him again after so long is what I need.
Just to feel his arms around me again,
Imagining that it is back to just him and I again...
That all the worries that seem to haunt like
Ghosts in the cold dark of the night,
Are gone for that mere moment."
But I know the argument is useless.
For as each day passes,
I know he is my greatest weakness.
An addiction that is seemingly impossible to quit.
But if kept up any longer,
Will wind up being the death of me.
The argument rages on in my head,
Between what my heart desires
And between what my logic
Knows will save me in the long run.
I feel like I'm stuck in the middle.
Afraid of either choice to make.
But the pain of a once broken heart
Is nothing compared to that of
A heart constantly breaking.
