she's not afraid of getting hurt
she's afraid of how much pain she will endure
she's uncertain of how she will handle it
and
she only hopes that when the affliction comes, she doesn't break apart

Oh why don't you fill my mind with
the aesthetic stain of your soul
for  my brain is as blank as an unused paper

My mind is often clouded with negative thoughts
but when I turn to look at you
all the pessimistic notion were exanimated.

Out of nowhere
every sanguine reverie comes rushing in.

I guess I'm grateful that you exist
for you're the only one who can turn my cynical head
into a promising one.

How funny it is when people think that just because you left them means you never cared about them. Oh please darling, I cared about you so much more than the people I'm supposed to care about but you are too greedy to even appreciate it.

don't make the right poem for the wrong person