Dying to Live

I want to cry, not sure why

My heart hurts for two

Two that are not

But were at one time

One time when hers was mine.

I know not why

Why the two can’t be

Be what they were meant to be.

Meant to be, what an oddly little phrase

Phrase like I love you,

Love,

What do you mean?

A selfish one? A giving one?

One        +         One

Is that two different loves,

Or is love one tree?

A tree with one trunk

Split

In two

Two growing tall and bearing fruit too?

What is this riddle,

This life that I live

Living and dying

Dying to live

Published by omerdylanredden

I write.

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