Tell Me

I miss him. I miss him. I miss him. I miss him. I miss. Tremendously. Desperately. Hopelessly.
I love him. I love him. I love him. Loudly. Crazily. Endlessly.
My brain tells me to stop.
My heart urges me to go see him even if I get rejected again.
My brain tells me to give up. Let go. Start everything from scratch.
My heart tells me there's still hope, there's still love.
What do I tell myself then?
What does he tell me then?

Back To Black

Nothing goes smooth.
Nothing ever does.
Am I too negative?
Too unpleasing to everyone?
I'm starting to think
I shouldn't be here in the first place.

Call me a pessimist. Because that's all I am for today. Tomorrow. And so on.