|Psychological Breakdown of the Optimist's Love
Author: Shelia Gavin PM
Sad poem about loving someone who doesn't love you back. Relatable perhaps, that's up to you. I am a poor writer at 1a.m. and all the time anyway. Please read and review.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst/Romance - Words: 516 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 06-05-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2372322
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There's a cold fire in your heart for me,
Where I burn as a desire at night
And then forgotten in day.
She's on your mind all the time.
Wish I could be by your side now...
So when find yourself thinking of me,
When you need to get off somehow,
It's going to break my heart along the way.
I know there's a metal friend
That would take my problems away in a snap.
Don't sell yourself short;
You never fail to amaze me.
You are such a good person all in all,
And everyone makes mistakes sometimes in their life.
So don't look back when you run away,
And just remember not to turn back.
I'll still be here if you turn around,
And that would only make this more painful for you.
I was never one for jealousy until I knew you didn't care
For me like I care for you...
Now I can see the reason as plain as day.
So please, put me out of my misery
Before I fall deeper into the abyss of my mind.
Now that I understand what drives you away,
I'm made of glass now,
So I can see that my scars are quite visible.
What a mess of a person I must be...
It's a good reason to keep running.
You've made your mark in my heart,
But all I am to you is a way to get off when you're lonely.
I'm addicted to how you made me feel high,
Something good about myself that I can't find on my own.
So maybe I'll turn to something smaller and whiter
As my means of escaping this cursed life...
There's a fountain man created to cure their problems,
And if I took a drink now I'd never quit.
My problems are as endless as the ocean,
So I may never get my fill.
But getting what I want isn't the point.
Pleasing you and the ones I love,
That's all I'm meant to live for,
A robot programmed to please the ones that programmed it.
I'll touch myself to find the empty space in my heart
That when it skips a beat it's for someone who doesn't share that love...
And when your eyes pierce me in dreams,
I wake knowing it's only a dream.
Reality has the power to be crueler than any torture
When the dream is a bittersweet symphony.
So go to her and love her with all your heart,
Keep running and don't look back;
But if you find I drank too much from the fountain,
Or my new medicine consumed me,
Or the metal friend found me late one night,
Don't worry; I'll never blame you for it.
I made myself suffer by loving the wrong person,
Or the right person at the wrong time.
It's all the same you're the victim in the game of love…