The worst sort of battle is between head and heart.
In this fight, you’re losing, before you even start.
“Be quiet heart!” your head shouts and reasons away
With both truth and logic, through details it weighs.
But hearts, they are wild and feelings run deep.
And all of heads logic won’t put heart to sleep.
“Oh head” heart sighs softly, “you don’t understand,
I didn’t expect this, it’s not what I planned.
It’s just that somehow I tripped and I fell,
My balance was off, I knew it couldn’t end well.
I’m feeling intensely, and I just can’t ignore,
The pull that I’m feeling, this magnetic force,
That carries me in and then leaves me to cope,
Oh head, I’m just drowning and losing all hope.”
“Heart!” Head answers, “be reasonable please.
You saw this all coming, you knew how it would be.
The answers were there long before this began,
You knew this would happen, even though it’s unplanned.”
And heart answers back “Head, please give me some grace,
I’m already embarrassed I fell on my face.
My ego is wounded, I don’t know how to act
I’m breaking to pieces, my edges are cracked.”
So on and on goes this battle inside,
And head and heart both are left feeling quite tried.
Both convinced they are right and the other is wrong,
It goes back and forth and the war wages on.
A tiresome battle between heart and head,
Not one will give in, nor leave something unsaid.
But one day you’ll wake up and find that it’s done,
You may never notice which one of them won.
The worst sort of battle, your enemy is you,
And though you will win, you also must lose.