Optimism

"It's been a while, since I've gone and fucked things up, just like I always do."


Maybe it's my fault.
maybe it's yours.
Maybe it's our's.
At least our sensations have been put to a tremendous halt.
It's all lost, dead and gone.
I just have to look at the future, but that's no fun.
I get a kick from the past, and those moments we tend to miss.
Moments where we were next to each other, sharing something, making me write love shit, such as this.
No, excuse that, this is not for love, nor for the weak of heart.
My heart's turning to callous, and it's learning to distance itself apart.
I was optimistically expecting this feeling from the start.
So if I fall hard, it wasn't as bad as I knew it was going to be.
But maybe; it was just that bad.
or maybe, you were just that bad.
I learned to see the god in you.
Divine, such that the stars were your eyes, and the rain were your tears.
The sky was our world, while this earth was our sphere.
it was our tier, our level of contemplation.
But you're oceans were shallow, and the tidal's went through me like nations.
These metaphors are all I have.
This pain is what I hate.
Your ignorance is my fortitude.
And the past is too late.
I'm looking ahead, tunnel vision is aiming straight.
I've made my moves, I also laid back and tried to wait.
I guess nothing was ever good enough, was that what you were trying to say?
To make a long story short, I miss you.
And I reminisce about the past because it's a feeling that's blissful.
I'm staying persistent in my optimism, I'm looking ahead, never holding my breath.
And I'm happy, because every new day is another day closer to my death.