Torn
I find myself torn by you.
Torn between feeling the hurt you inflicted on my emotions.
Torn between believing in the love shared.
Everything I felt for you was taken from me,
And you pulled yourself from my arms.
If you intended to hurt, you succeeded.
My heart was crushed and the question "why" swirled through my mind.
I am now left with only memories-- good and bad.
But it seems the bad always covers up the good.
How I wish the good could show through the bad.
But it never does and the bad leaves me torn between everything.
I question your feelings.
Your intentions.
But I suppose I will never know the answers.
And I will remain torn by you.
