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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When thinking of me, I find myself of two distinct minds. When thinking of me, I don't know which to listen to. One is confident, filled with strength. I take care of myself, so that I may take care of others. I spend time the way I wish, with those whom I wish, and where the group wishes. One is pathetic, filled with confusion. I have no idea why not one will let me take care of us, of her. I spend time imagining spending time, with one who shares my thoughts, one that my heart desires. When a soft song plays and I imagine what could be, I wonder at why I can't seem to pair two minds into one. Whether those be my two minds, the strong and the sad - or whether those be mine and another's; both seem beyond my ken. It's difficult to reconcile one half that feels as though I'm doing everything right, continuing to be me, to live - with the half that feels as though I've never figured it out; my longest liaison a matter of months, in twenty long years - who am I to know or speak of love? Part of me knows 'tis only occasional melancholy, and yet it rears its head more often these days. I've never been truly alone, friends and family always my guides - and yet. I know I treat passion with reverence, and a lover with great respect - and yet. I know I work to compromise and hold on, to enchant and live every moment - and yet. Poetry is said to melt hearts and connect minds, and yet even that can't surmount whatever I face. 'Tis directly from the soul, the spirit, the everlasting, 'tis the greatest beauty I can create - and yet. Electrifying and terrifying, amazing and terrible, it ranges the spectrum. I see awful men abusing but still possessing it, and I've never been called an awful man. And yet. The first mind wonders why it's even a problem; live your life, and she will come, or she won't. Thinking about it causes naught but worry, worrying about it naught but sadness. And yet. My friends say they don't like seeing the second mind rear its head, not one bit; citing me bringing a smile to others' faces, and how I should be proud of that, at least. And yet. I know I should enter the blanket's folds, a new, perhaps better day waiting at the other side. After a night of dreadful thinking and painful writing, a respite, a relief, a required and rightful rest. And yet.
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