Confounded....

One calls me peace, the other feels like fire. One is steady hands, the other, a reckless choir singing my name too loud for my heart to rest. One shows up gently, asks how I am and waits for the answer. The other appears like a storm, intense, sweet, unforgettable, gone before the ground dries. And here I am, standing in between, trying not to turn desire into damage. Because I don’t want to be cruel, and I don’t want to be confused, and I don’t want to lose myself choosing what only feels good over what feels right Two different futures. And me.... learning that being wanted is not the same as being loved.