What can I do? What can I do to prove my love for you? For you to accept it? To reciprocate it? The heavy weight balances on the tongue, pushes down on the heart, and divides the brain. Love and logic, the true tragedy, the true love story that never was. They cannot be together, forever apart. Logic in the brain, love in the heart. It’s the love that keeps me alive, the brain that sustains me. Each day more I lack, and it pains me. On my deathbed, only a fraction of a heart left, I asked for yours to save me, you ripped mine out instead. I’ll sleep it off, wake up again, start to feel the weight before I crumble under it. The sprit’s schedule, the soul’s somber cry. As I sit back and wonder, I can’t help but ask why? Why must I have such a heart, that without yours it falls apart. A sinner like me yearning for love, like a man in hell walking to the heavens up above. I stop and I stare, the heavens magnificent, then I’m faced with reality, of my malevolence. A cry I dream but cannot say, perhaps I’ll save that for another day. From you to me a force of life, our souls entwined, our hearts sacrificed.