Let me lay this out for you now:
All of you tell me to give up and to move on.
I've heard what you've had to say.
Do not think that I listen with a closed mind.

My mother thinks this girl,
My girl,
Is bad for me.
She is the source of my stress
And I do not know happiness
Because I've never been happy
With my ******* up home life.
So how can I love?
I can't.
According to her.

My stepfather thinks that I,
The I I've been since birth,
Is not sure
Of who she is.
She is just curious.
"Bi-curious."
How can you know if you have
Never had ***?
I can't.
According to him.

My best friend thinks he,
The he I've never really seen a lot,
Is better for me.
That she
Won't come back
And that I
Should give it up.
Give her up.
How can  you still be together
If you cannot see her?
We can't.
According to him.

My...
Well,
My everyone
They keep telling me
That she is never coming back
And maybe they are right
And I'm wasting my time.
But think for me.
Think of happy.
Think of bliss.
Maybe even ignorance.
Think of sunny days and your poems about your summer vacation that you had so much fun on. Think of rainy days that were okay because the rain felt good on your skin and poets seem to find something behind every drop. Think of the pet names you will give your spouse when you are lustful. Think of what your children will call your parents. Think of a name for that song you don't know the name of so you call it the tunnel song. Think of happy,
Think of bliss,
Think of anything that brings a smile to your face.
That feeling...

That is what she does to me.