For My Bucket Of Optimism

I wrote this for one of my best friends

I cry and I shout.
I cut and I bite.
Finding happiness for me can be a really tough fight.
But you wipe my tears and bring down my voice.
You bandage me up and show me the light.

You open my eyes to what you see,
That there could actually be a soul inside of me.
You've held onto me close and I'm still not sure why.
But you refuse again and again to let me bid you good bye.
Not that I dare want to, I'm just broken inside.
But you're one stubborn Fox that won't be denied.

You scared me at first.
I saw myself in your actions.
The way you built your wall up with so many fractions.
I swore to myself that I wouldn't get close.
I knew in my head I should pick somebody else.

But here we are later and you're my very best friend.
The one person that doesn't believe I belong in a looney bin.
After all of my secrets, confessions and cries,
You hold my head up like I believe I can fly.

The one and only I tell everything to.
No holding back, pretending or fake clues.
The one that stood up to my attempts of abandonment and hate....
The one that comforted me when I was late.

The only being I've shown every side to
And yet stuck to me as if by super glue.
I'm truly amazed that I've got a love like his,
And reassured by the fact it'll still be there when I give alcohol to his six tennis playing kids.