My love is much like
The tides of the sea
Coming and going
Unpredictably flowing
Never at ease
But somehow at peace


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


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


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