Commiseration

Pity is a poison
Pity holds me just like pain
Therefore I will show no pity
When pity tries to walk my way

Plot Twist

I could read him like a book
And let me tell you
Before you pull him off the shelf

The narrative wasn't anything new

Puzzle

You broke me into pieces
And for whatever reason
I picked up all of those pieces
And brought them back to you
Thinking that, if you were the one to break me
You would know how to put me back together

Think

Some of the most
Intelligent people I know
Are the ones who really
Believe that they aren’t
Capable of being loved

This just goes to show
That sometimes logic
Isn’t really logical at all