Reasons

If I held all the reasons

Not to love you in my palm

They would form a pile like sand

Easily slipping through my fingers

To be ignored on the floor

I could place them into water

Pull them out again

Moisten them to mold them

Into shapes of why to stay

Contort the cons into pros

With justifications of the heart

Manufactures of the mind

I could combine those

With the real reasons

To love you and to stay

Weld them into a hybrid beast

A chimera running wild

Intended to protect my heart

But it would only tear me down

In a rampage supervised by me

And all the reasons I should leave