I stand sit, staring
Staring at the two men before me
Quite literally

The sweet, caring soft man
Who's there
Always there
In my head
In my heart
He smiles at me
And my heart beats again
I can breathe oxygen again
I blush,
Looking down at the floor
Into the reflection of the pieces he's left before
And I see someone else

An angry man
Distant and clinical
His temper evident on his face
His psychotic smile drawing me in further
He speaks
And the shards rumble with the bass of his voice

"Come closer."

And like a siren
His voice captivates me
And later I find myself
Being torn apart