Bull-Headed

His attempts at optimism
always in the guise of cliches,
and therefore, never very useful
It was just too effortless
to mistake emotions and pain,
for the reality of the world
It was just too obvious
to dismiss his created world
as out of his control
Still, in an underlying current
he knew the reigns were his
He'd always remember that
if he gave it much thought
But it didn't sway him
Always stubborn, to absurdity
He liked the euphemism: faithful,
but truly it was bull-headed
Tragically self-destructive
Once his jaws were clamped
you'd have to kill him,
and worse still, he knew it
Wouldn't change, either,
because it had been his salvation
It was that same resolve
that pulled him through the eye
and back around, over and over
It was his own invincibility
and he wondered sometimes
if he could break at all
He knew it to be true,
the first time he saw her