Logically, we knew it would fail,
But who thinks logically when in love?
The possibility that we might **** each other
Was not what we were thinking of.
We were warned, yes, countless times
That two artists could not be lovers.
But you fit me, and I fit you
When we hid underneath the covers.
Both obsessed and both with tempers,
You and I competed with our passions.
Both with desires to be more perfect,
Our love was but a distraction.
Our fights would end with kisses,
Our kisses would end with fights.
We went from loving to shouting
Switching out every other night.
Our last fight, do you remember?
We scattered garbage across the floor.
You slapped my cheek, I hit your chest,
And you headed for the door.
But before you made it to the street,
You turned around and grabbed my face.
You kissed my mouth, just once, but hard,
Then were gone without a trace.
Logically, we knew it would fail,
But we did it anyway.
We thought we could trick love,
Be the ones to get away.
Escape the fate that beheld us,
Be the exception to reality.
All the pain we could have spared us
If we had managed to think logically.