He was everything he was not, He was strong and brave and cunning, Every move was calculated Ten steps ahead, sometimes twenty And he had her in his hands, The heart he wanted but couldn't, And he clenched his fist tight and squeezed The life out of it, then tossed it. He found it, broken and hurting And he wanted it just the same. She said "You break it, you bought it", She still would not have him with her And he could never understand How stupid love never worked out And how he never wanted her, And she never wanted him, but It was, in theory, romantic; The world can work in twisted ways.