Two

She sits fiddling on a bed with a paperclip,
Her emotions are haywire, a tear starts to slip.
Which one to choose? Whose heart to break?
She only gave, she didn't mean to take.
Feelings run deep, she can't decide,
Maybe it'd be better to hold and to hide,
Her love she thought she knew so well,
It tricked and deceived, her tears start to swell.
She sobs alone, a phone in hand,
It's the time to decide who to break and to mend.
She tried to keep it from falling apart,
But all she can do is break both their hearts.
She doesn't know whose best to keep,
So she sobs herself into a fitful sleep.
Oh, that paperclip that tore her finger to shreds?
She ripped it in half, like a few short threads.
Fiddled some more, 'til it formed a heart just for you,
But looky here, it seems she made two.