Two

Two halves of a heart Ripped apart from each other. Two people trying their best To be a father and a mother. Two weeks split in half. Most of which I'm alone, With Two tear stained pillows. Two houses, but do I have a home? A car ride between lives, Two different versions of me. One I don't leave my room, And one I'm playful and happy. Two addresses to memorize. Two house keys on a chain. Two cars in two garages. It might drive me insane! I am what's left of a love divided. I am the reminder, the scar. Go ahead, pick at me, make me bleed. But only two can make it so far.