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.
