Crush Gone Wrong

I make contact
Go, team, GO!
Deprived myself of fact
That you said no

I sit here alone
In my crowded room
Adam�s song is on
The message, so loud and true

I called you a jerk
How good I felt after
You answer back, hurt
Blaming on another

I feel so foolish
Clinging to pitiful dreams
Of you, so brutish
Use everything in your means

Gentlemanly your messages seem
Far distant with feelings
Intelligence built on structural beams
My heart part of the dealings

Adam�s song gives me ideas
They are so bright and real
Now IVFs are my feeds
To the world I now cannot feel

That day I took to myself
A razor blade of freedom
But now I live on a shelf
Turning into a rusted heirloom

PLease comment on this poem, I would like to know what you all think and see if I need to improve.