Conflicting Thoughts

My conflicting thoughts-

Like a piece of iron

Suspended between

Two equally strong magnets.

Affinity to both

Keeps me in place,

At times moving an inch

And then coming back.

Hard times were those

When i could feel the fields

Fighting each other for my possession.

If I could,I would get torn in two

And give a  bleeding piece to each,

I could easily take the pain.

But it hurts now when i'm torn,

Torn from the inside.

Torn in their love.