He, Who Throws Rocks at Windows, Should be: a.) killed b.) kissed c) kicked d) all of the above

I keep trying to give up on you.
Did you know that?

Most nights,
my heart pounds at the bars of my chest
like a prisoner due for parole,
and I have to deliberately try
to stop believing in you.

But I can't,

and if you think that's my fault,

stop waltzing around my mind,

& carrying rainy days in your pockets.

You must know by now that innocent hearts won't stop believing in:
1. boys (with bedroom eyes)
    A. & dress shirts.