War

My heart and my mind,
Both at war,
Just to recover and move on.
My heart wants to do something to hurt herself,
My mind hancuffed her from doing so.
My mind said, "What do you wanna do? Throw yourself at him again and hoping everything would fall in its place?"
My heart surrenders and said, "I just miss him..."
My mind is at its cross paths,
Thinking whether to hold onto the key of the handcuffs,
Or throw it away.
The mind sees the heart at its tragic state,
The scars,
The unhealed wounds,
The dried marks of blood and tears.
The mind thought, 'Am I doing what's right?'
The mind had its firm stand,
But now not sure what is right.
Sigh.
More emotional spillage.