It is said that everyone has a type
Some fall for the smart, nerdy ones
Some for the hopeless romantics
And some for the organized, grounded ones
Meanwhile I,
I fall for the stoic ones
Ones once bitten and twice shy
(Was he ever bitten?)
How fortuitous that a girl like me
Is destined to love people who will never love me back
And I swear,
I've tried burying my optimism in the dirt you left behind
Misplace my heart in the baggage that forces me down
And smother any kind of feeling I have for the beauty I never fail to see in someone new.
Because it is that unburied optimism that gets me to be let down
That heart that always looks for the good in people even among their worst darkness
And the same feeling that breathed through the plastic
Leading me to write this poem.
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