ambivalence

Like the cutting strings of a kite,
let go and feel no pain.
For if the god of winds demand the release,
maybe everything is just meant to be.

Like an off-tempo vocalist,
maybe he'll make it big if given a chance.
But who'd ever know,
when chances are such remote notions.

Like a bittersweet symphony,
loving and leaving are all but different.
To love is to wish for the person to be happy,
to leave is to fulfill that wish.

In the state of ambivalence, logic can be just as illogical.