Put pencil on paper
Hope something comes out
Faults or insecurities?
Pessimists have their doubts

^^ you're more of a pessimist than you give yourself credit for..i liked the second line. blindly writing..i do that a lot.

Pessimists have their doubts
How full is your glass?
Well, mine's full to the brim
With what I thought was in the past

^^ I liked the repition of the first line from the previous stanza.

So how close can I get to you
Before the glass explodes?
Pessimistic poison drips from glass shards
The sweetest lethal dose

^^ the image painted in this stanza is gorgeous. a glass exploding...the flow's a little off..but it's good.

How close can I get to you
Before our hearts drown out our minds?
Before we're breathing the same air?
Before fingers intertwined?

^^ and THIS is why i dont read love poems any more..

Pessimists have their doubts
I guess I have mine too
But i misplace all of my doubts
When I'm this close to you

^^ it's funny. when you're near them and you can't breathe and you can't think and you can't even doubt. and then they're not there and every doubt comes rushing back in.

But theirs not enough amazing in me
Or red poison in my cup
To make you like me back
Or make my doubts shut up

^^ second guessing is a fun game..

It's just a minor detail
You don't like me back
Minor details crack stone hearts
And shatter hearts of glass

^^ minor details won the civil war.
minor details can kill, whether you accept that or not.

Here's where poem gets sad
Cause poet was pulled back to real
You don't like me the same way
How else should I feel?

^^ i thought we were being happy if she was happy? oh yea. unrealistic. duh.

Taking sips from this smooth poison
Runs down my throat and quenches thirst
Romeo did it for Juliet
But Juliet played dead first!

^^ how i saw the last two lines ((since you asked)) was that juliet set up romeo to die. that she found pleasure in his utter devotion and pain.

How unorthodox poet am I?
I'll tell you what I'll do
I'll rhyme out another conclusion
But it won't do a thing to you

^^ is there such a thing as an orthodox poet? funny how you can scream your lungs out in a poem and people don't get the point, hmm?

There's not enough poems in the world
Not enough words to write out
Not enough to make u like me back
Swallow one more pessimistic doubt

^^ swallowing doubt is like swallowing medicine: painful and leaves you feeling sicker.

good job. obviously.