Conflicted

So many ups,

so many downs.
Being in love,
the heat of emotions.

One look at that sweet smile,

and you'll never be the same.

A while later,
it's getting tuff.

Less face time,

but there's still a lot of love.

So many firsts,

so many lasts.

Looking back at the beginning,

and fearing the end.

Now there's me.

Now there's him.

Then there's love.

Then there's pain.

Is it love?
And is love always enough?
Should there be guilt?

All this confusion,
but there's just one last thing to do.
And it will break my heart...