Half-full, Half-empty

I said the glass was half full,

you said half empty.

Now I’m sorting through these photos

and it all seems a bit blurry.

Avoiding all my favorite spots

because of bad memories.

I let you see all of me,

only to now cover every last inch.

You said you’re a realist,

but you turned me into a pessimist,

and I’ll never forgive you for that.