For a Pessimist, I was pretty Optimistic

In my life I've always been pretty Pessimistic,
But with you all I could be was Optimistic.

I wished and I wondered, what it would take,
But I stayed true to myself and found that we fit pretty good.

We hung out and talked about everything and nothing,
But, always content, I sat and I wondered.

What would it be like to kiss your sweet lips or hold you close.
I Dreamt of when I'd tell you the truth or you would tell me.

But everything shattered as reality set in.

You felt you didn't know me,
Which I respect your honesty,

You said you wouldn't have time,
And I respect that you told me.

But what killed me was the awkward "Buddy Punch" you gave me before you walked away,
I wish I'd kept my mouth shut kept my feelings down deep, and hidden away.

Now I don't know if we'll ever be the same.

If you don't talk to me or if you don't want to hang out any more I can say honestly,
I'll miss our talks and our random questions,
Our Batman and Robin solely divided.

But if you can forget or just pretend I'd stayed quiet I'll be glad to be
The Robin to your Batman or the Chloe to your Clark.

But even after it all I thank you for one thing.
While even now you can see my pessimism,
I still have that sliver of optimisim you've given me for which I thank you.

I've always been pretty Pessimistic,
But with you I could only be Optimistic.