Your face is an image that will be burned into the back of my mind forever,
a constant reminder of what was not, and never will be.
Your eyes, their gaze I will always be afraid to meet,
you see right through me, so I fear you will literally stare daggers at me.
You stand, a living monument to my greatest scorn,
my strength was tattered, and my heart torn.
However, you're one of the few I can't seem to hate,
though now when I see you, I just seem to hesitate.
I was angry at first, but now I see,
there was no way there could be a "you and me".
You're one of those types I don't understand,
but knowin this has made me a better man.
There's no way we could make the pieces fit,
and I'm findin it hard to deal with that shit.
Though now I get, it's now clear to me,
even though you make me feel topsy-turvey, we'll just never be....