Second-guessing Is Depressing

It drives me crazy that you're so vague,
That for clarity, I must beg,
Just for once, say what you mean,
And with your feelings, please come clean.

Keeping me guessing,as you do,
Is depressing, makes me blue,
Second-guessing, I thought it true,
But now I see, you hope it isn't you.

You said nothing beats being busy and happy,
I guess at the wedding I was feeling sappy,
I sent you the photo of that day,
With me glowing, holding the bouquet.

Your reaction gave me hope,
Now I'll have to try to cope,
You said I'm young enough anything can happen,
And you said, it might come true,
But you meant with someone else, not you.

I'm about ready to fly away,
And let the chips fall where they may,
Stop the game, douse the flame,
Admit that this will never be,
For you chose not to be with me.