So left side

She’s so logical
So left side of the brain
I try to create meaning with my words
She tries to stack them like trays

I use the trays as pallets
For my words to paint shapes
And paint pictures of her beauty
With superlatives in  frame.
She sees compliments as connectives
And waits for the next thing I say
These words were not effective
She changes the subject and we stray
As the complimentary tray
Is stacked to the bottom of her brain
The painted words of her beauty
Is now beneath her ‘To do’ list for the day.

I think in melodies
And I voice them like vapour
She sees them as smoke
Her alarm bells ring danger
She will never inhale
Fearing her melodies escape her
I yearn to hear her harp
Maybe she fears I’ll berate her
I want to retune her heart
Re write her minors to majors
But she mistook my tuner
For a calculator

She responded to my songs
With generic response
She analysed my paintings
With measurements and spacing
She laid her head upon my heart rate
And the beat she made it generate
Was faster than a blending stir
Oblivious the tempo was due to her

Shes so logical
So left side of the brain
I’m fuelled by the side of right
And I find it such a strain
I seek inspiration from my head
As our compatibility drains
How can the right coexist with the left,
To make the duo of the brain?

But logic reminds me the heart is in the chest
Coexistence and love are not the same.

Shes so logical
So left side of the brain
But its relevant no more
All these words I say
The words my ego adores
That make my mouth chew on clay
I swallow and mould me to the floor
We won’t stand in the same way
Cos I brush my teeth in the shower
She brushes at the sync and I think
These differences cannot be a kink
In the armour with the tint of a mirror
That shows reflections of me after
I stop all the hesitation
Like im ordering a starter
Whilst the main sits there waiting
Getting cold in all the palaver
Of ordering pavlova for afters
No meat and bones will part us
Oh well
She’s a veggie regardless

I always wondered what would happen
If you held two mirrors together facing
Would the reflection just be nothingness
The light would just start tracing
Trying to draw what it thinks might be there
Second guessing itself creating things out the air
You know, A mirror never banked on seeing itself
Never feeling vanity, worrying about fitness or health
What I’m trying to say is reflection gets in the way
And if opposites attract but cannot adapt to their ways
Then we are ultimately trapped in between two mirrors
Just trying to see something and see it all clearer
Shes so logical so left side of the brain
I overthink too much
Logic helps fires burn in new ways
Logic made the piano organise sounds as we play
Combining the two sides of the brain
Is the beauty of life
The study of creative courses
Helps the scientists survive
As they try and change the world
They eventually come home when they’re tired
And stick on a song that will take them to the zone
Or put on a film that will make their mind inspired
All because a right sider got frustrated with design
And chose to morph it in anyway they desire.

I say, find a logical lover if you’re a creative soul
They could be the wooden case for your reverberation
The strings that strum over the hole
Perfectly laid with mathematical spacing
To ensure the sound reflects the soul
And the soul reflects creation
Displaying all that is abstract
Can also be logical
And I asked her to hold up a mirror
And I would hold one too
I looked and I could see within her
Reflection made me see right through
She looked at mine and probably wished she was thinner
Or maybe she saw what I did too
Cos when I looked in to her mirror
I saw me and her, as one, as two

Shes so logical
So left side of the bed
I sleep on the side of the right
But we both edge to the middle in the end.