Split by Becca
My spirits were lifted,
self esteem flying.
For once things were right
without even trying.
But all slipped away.
Things slowed to a crawl.
Feelings of dissapointment.
Tempted to withdraw.
Yet once at the point
Of knowing and being,
How can you leave?
Not being, just seeing...
So then where am I
In this stumbling mass.
On both sides.
Which feelings will last?