Illogical.

Poem about feelings of frustration I have with my INFP personality and ridiculous inability to compromise or concede in romantic endeavors:

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I fight for logic.

I'm reasonably reasonable

about almost any thing.

But, I cannot apply that to my heart.

I am an idealist

despite my protests

against my daydreaming,

emotional, overly romantic

self.  

In my heart of hearts 

I want nothing more 

than understanding, affection,

and mutual oneness with

another.

But these are high demands...

Though they might seem 

simplistic, the combined criteria

is quite possibly

unobtainable.

I long to give logic reign;

let it "give and take..."

...Weigh the worth of 

hopes and dreams, and then, decide.

...Decide to give up

ideals; expectations; desires... 

Decide to compromise:

to meet its needs and find

contentment.

But logic cannot beat 

a fiercely beating heart...

No, logic cannot fight

determined souls and 

win. 

So, I will live, likely, alone: 

longing, searching, trying...

Experimenting; crying...

Faking fulfillment, but never feeling

love.