My head has been sick for a while

So my heart has been making the decisions

And doing the thinking.

She patters in my chest

Panicky and frantic when she finds

That feelings are rarely logical, and

That love isn’t always requited.

Hard truths for a softer heart,

As my head sleeps my heart works

And it is in her that I find my strength.

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