Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter like a hard-hearted enthusiast

I am ill-equipped.
I cannot win the hearts of those that I love. I cannot win admiration, or fond farewells. I cannot win a ukulele. I cannot win. And it is dismally dull. And to that one for which I hold onto foolish notions and unfortunate familiarity: All I want is the best for our lives. I want you happy, and light. And what of those days when we sat in beautiful silence? Well , I'll just cast those off with an appropriate cemetary smile, and hope that somewhere you are counting ants on trees, and ice in glass. There is a light, and it never goes out.. but it is sometimes forgotten.