You've made
A beautiful being
Out of me.

Optimism is taught
As though it's the
Hight of enjoyment.
To have a happy life,
Think glass half full.

But optimism
Is killing me.
I'm sure of it.

Because
I can hope
And pray
And wish for the day
That you come back to me
And you realize
I'm the one.

And
I can spend
Every day
Waiting for you.
I can waste away my life
At your door.

But
All the optimism
In the world
Can't make you do
What is not in your heart.

The glass could be half full.
Hell,
It could be
Filled up to the brim,
But that won't change the fact
That I'm not with you
And you're with him.

I cannot help
But to be selfish
In loving you

I'm running out of memories
Of you.

My bones are stiff
And my jaw is bolted
Shut
Holding all my
Secrets inside
As I gallivant
My brain
From one heart
To another.

Sew me up.
Shut me down.
Keep me centered.
Take me out.

Any movement
Of you
Is all I
Long for.

And it's stupid.
Because you shouldn't mean
This much to me.
Not in this way.
It's not right.

It's not like I chose this.
It's not as if I did this
On purpose.

It's just that
You looked at me
With those big blue eyes
And you were so
So close to me.
From that moment on.
Forever since.