Betwixt a Stranger and Lover

I am deserted by my words
Caught betwixt a love and stranger
My words and my happiness
Unable to coincide, it seems
For my words are lost somewhere
Within a peaceful mind
And happiness, a loving fiend
Has taken away the realism
Of my unstable reality
I crave them both
As water and air
Yet if I cannot hold both
Within these arms
I must take one,
And leave the other.