There is a battle ground.
Well worn by years of fighting.
The war is a civil one.
Same entity, different ideas.
Normally it is easy to control,
But the world of love brings it out
Into the harsh light of day.
One side says go!
Whilst the other forbids,
Bringing warnings of heartbreak,
And in the end nothing ever comes of it.
We become 'just friends'
and I am left alone and unhappy.
Now we have a third player.
The logical thought.
This one scorns the others,
Dismisses them as nothing but the fantasies
of a teenager.
The others know he is right
But in the end I don't care,
because logic doesn't explain feelings.
I am merely the front man.
I sit and watch the fights, hear the arguments.
Watching my life decay as I wait for a result.
I know I will never reach an answer.
It will lurk there in the background
Tripping me up at every step.
Without my mind I am nothing,
But my mind is what holds me back.
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