there is the one who is wildly independent and wishes
to live out this life following the wind.
and the one who loves the comfort of her home and
needs the familiar, and her family close.

there is the one who is soft ~ too soft for this world,
and the one who can shut it off and never look back.

there is the one who is loyal and fiercely protective
and in for the long haul,
and the one who feels she cant breathe
when saying the word commitment.

there is the one whose words are sharp and cutting
and the one who dares not to make another sad.

one walks tall in the high heels
and the other is simply a barefoot girl.

there is the one who can love a million different people,
and the one who prefers that love be only returned by just one.

one part naked.
one part closed up tight.

one part open.
one part the keeper of secrets never to be told.

one part fearless.
one part stricken.

there is the one who is the life of the party
and the one who just wants to be left alone and surrounded by silence.

there is the one who is so sure, and knows exactly
what she wants
and where she is going,
and the one who feels she just stepped onto the
school bus for the very first time.

there is the one who is forever playful and a hunter of laughter
and the one who cries every single damn day.

i am two.
i am divided.
i am split.