Practical

I tire of the feels
From falling head over heels
Cannot appeal to the judge that is the mind

I don’t want to be blind
To the point someone seems divine
Or heaven sent or the center of my universe

I want to know someone first
Before feeling Cupid’s curse
So I’m seeing them for who they really are

But the heart makes an all-star
Of anyone though they be on par
Or hardly known because they’re discreet

Why does the heart leap
Before information is complete?
I don’t want to invest without knowing the risks

But the heart is a gambler that doesn’t dismiss
Any opportunities to win long-shot bliss
It knows not when to walk away

So at the table it stays
Eager to bet then make a play
Even if it knows not the odds

Everytime the same path I trod
If my heart was a child I’ve spared it the rod
Because I’ve always let it carry me away

Why can’t I keep it at bay?
So I can find love the right way?

This is the last time
When my heart tries to find
Someone I could become attached to

Starving my heart is long overdue
Since it acts as if it always knew
The one it attends to was always meant for me

I tire of the mistaken identities
The heart forced me to believe
Because I was head over heels

I don’t want the feels
Until after it has been revealed
The one I want to be with is for real