I'm noticing a theme...a lot of poems are depressing.


I'll have to balance that out.

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Even though I know you don't mean it,
Sometimes it's hard for myself to believe it.
How can you see me almost every day
And not notice I'd follow if you moved away?
Even when all you have to say is you're sad
Hearing you speak is what makes me feel glad
To know there are people here out and about
That I would be troubled to go on without.
Sometimes you think that there's no one for you,
But you've gone and proven that's not always true.
All I need now is for You to come see it
So I know I'm not foolish because I believe it.
I believe if you heard me the way I hear you
That our single selves could become a two;
A couple, a pair, that's never apart—
A true duo of lovers, a real work of art.
But every time I let my hopes rise,
Reality comes in and shatters the guise
That I have built around my life;
Visions of being a lovely wife
And having a friend to stand by my side
Regardless of whether it's high or low tide.
Love may be a beautiful thing
That artists paint and singers sing,
But one thing I've learned throughout all of this
Is how much it hurts when you don't get your wish.