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Matchmaker
My reluctance to put down a word
When previously of you one was seldom heard
Explains the faith with which I stitch dreams
Together so tightly
Until reality pulls out the seams.
In hoping so much and still being a realist,
I shoot down the dreams of your average idealist.
I consider the future and what it could
Bring forth to me,
But I act so selfishly, and because of this
My recompense is charity.
The truth is that what I've given
I still want as my own.
I suppose you two together
Is better than the three of us alone.
If he knew I still cared,
If what I arranged didn't cause such confusion,
Maybe he'd see past my petty games
And I can continue to believe my delusion.
