Weekends at war

Every weekend, there’s wars in my elven ears, different sides speaking, opposed – one you, is in love with me, one you just wants me to suffer, and I think each one is YOU

And part of ME, wants to forget about you, and move on from an unrequitted love, the other part still melts, looking across to you, and finding what i was always looking for, my heart in your eyes both brown then blue, can’t forget, stays always there

Each word to hang on, ones to grasp in ecstatasy, find some truth, and ones to fell my blue soul, an imposter you

So it is a LIE
Or TRUE

I can’t work it out (is your mind aware of what you do?) either way, finding no relief in you, to my opposed mind, no matter what I do, I’m enslaved to TWO, cause BOTH I love, it’s true