A Hopeless Romantic Poet

I'm the type of person who knows what I like and I don't like, but it's hard to put in words who it is I am. I believe that everyone is on their own journey towards self-discovery, and I have a flat tire. I can tell you what I'm not though. I'm not the arrogant asshole I'm frequently thought of as. I'd like to think I'm one of the last truly good people left in a world that has turned its back on morality. I know my limitations and weaknesses and that just makes me stronger. I'm insecure about chance and confident on certainty. I'm random. I'm the type of person who will IM you at 3am to tell you how I saw two blue cars next to each other today and how it made my day. Simple, yet complex. Insecure, yet confident. I struggle through paradox searching for the greatest paradox of all. Love. Love of friends, family, and she who is to be my own. Optimistic, yet a pessimist. All my life I've been waiting for someone to take me by the hand and show me a world I've yet to see. Now I realize the person I was waiting for was myself. Confused, yet confident. I always put too much into what I deem to be important, which suited to the paradox I live in, drives ppl away. I am both undauntingly loyal and honest, and yet such qualities leave me alone, whereas the cheaters and liars get all they dream of. Fate laughs at me in showing me women who are perfect for me and then showing me their boyfriend of many years. But I laugh back now, because I know now that I can make it on my own and that it's enough incentive to touch but one life for me to stick around. I can be the greatest friend you've ever had or completely invisible. The choice is now yours. I'd do anyhting for my friends, and I love my girls to death, and that's as far as it goes. You ask me who I am, where in reality it's you who need to figure that out. Shall I be the guy by your side, two shoulders to cry on? Or shall I be the face you pass by, purposefully ignoring? Nice guys finish last they say, I'm just trying to finish.