ToRN

It is hard.
I sit and stare,
at the wall,
and I dare,
not mention her name.
I try not to care,
but I fall,
victim to her love,
after all,
it is what I want,
but she's in love,
and I know,
that she wants,
but she can't go,
she's in love,
and I'm torn.

In the middle.
Where I am,
I'm in the middle,
it's where I stand.
I think she knows,
but I hide it,
my eyes full of sand,
can't hide it,
I want to know,
if she wants it and,
I think she might.
She might want to go,
but I can't,
she might want to know,
she might,
but I know that she won't,
that she just wants to know,
but so do I.
In the middle,
and I think,
I still stand,
on the brink,
of her love,
and she knows.

She is torn.
She is taken,
stricken by him,
and I am nothing,
I'm shaken,
I'm torn,
and I think she knows,
and I think she wants,
to be told,
but I'm shaken,
and torn,
and she's aching,
to know,
but I can't.
I want but I hide,
from the love down inside,
and I'm shaken.
I want to have her,
here by my side,
but I'm shaken,
and torn,
and she's taken,
by him,
and I'm nothing,
but shaken,
and torn.

She's there all the time.
In my memory,
and dreams,
all I see,
is her,
and it seems,
that the time,
passes quickly when I'm,
distracted by her,
in my memory,
and dreams.
All I see,
is her face,
and I want her to embrace,
her memory of me.
I want her to think,
of me,
and to see,
what I dream,
of what we can be,
but it seems she's distracted.
She's taken,
by him,
and I'm nothing,
but shaken,
and torn.