Caught in the crossfires of hate, I searched for you. Who is this you I search for?

My heart searches and my brain goes in another direction. 

The bullets and bombs rain down, increasing the sense of confusion. At this time, I see you. But is it the you I truly want?

As I run towards you, I see you out of the corner of my eye. I stop, seized in indecisiveness. Which way? Which one? Should I turn back? Or should I just stand here and destroy my utter structure.

You and you stare at me.

Hurt and abject stares which causes my heart to twist and tear.

The one who monopolises ends up alone.
I know. I know it all too well.