Bittersweet by PoetryGrrrl

hope against hope
pledges it is true,
confuses the soul;
i am torn in two!
but cannot make a whole
in one direction;
edgy sleep did not cure
uncertainty inside
how to lend solution to
this sweetly aching tide?
the heart stays the hand,
and the hand, the pen,
but longs to find some clarity
or definite to send;
but i cannot, alas!
this is the bittersweetest ache –
i should not give, lest i should take!
and yet, i Want, i Thirst, i Crave,
but i cannot break
dearest trust to either;
to both, I am devoted!
but being thus, untrue to both
but in this constraint, untrue to myself.

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