Fickle Heart Mess

The heart is untamable,
It has a mind of its own;
While the mind pushes one thing,
The heart pushes another.

Why doth I feel things uncertain,
But the brain says it is all confused;
Why doth I feel feelings fickle,
While my brains says I'm in a pickle?

Sure this poem may be corny,
It might even be confusing,
But that further shows my insides,
All in an emotional mess.

Does my mind forget certain things,
Remembering only what it wants to?
Or is that just my heart deceiving me,
Making me make mistakes again?

Emotions are dumb,
The heart is dumb;
Brain is better,
Reason only rules.

Live by reason,
Not emotions;
But hard to ignore,
When always pushing.