Logic.

12 Dec

My mind won’t be at rest
It’s brutal and knows what to do
Hold on to you, mourn our love
Make everything look better than it was
Your eyes are more dreamy
Your smell is captivating
The situation now seems tolerable

Over-thinking constantly
Reproaching my choices
Maybe I could’ve tried harder
Maybe you’re the mildest pain
But time will tell
It will either make us or break us
Everything is out of my hands

Staring at my destitute shadow
Confining the tears
Weakness takes over
But that’s ok this one time
Because, unlike every other time
I know there is no logic in this.
There’s nothing to understand here.

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