Oh, Look- Words!

Poorly formed and rhyming, but it's been so long since "poetry" has been in my head.

there are days when i know i will conquer the world
and that i'll do it on my own.
and there are days (and hours like these) that find me
more empty than alone,
when all the world is at my door and still
i cant answer the phone.

you cry out for me when i want you most,
which seems to be most of the time,
yet you withdraw from me, half-heartedly,
when i vaguely suggest you're mine;
logically, reasonably, "why?"
never crosses my mind.

ask me what i want and you'll get a maze of reasons
why;
but tell me what i want and you'll be firmly answered,
"goodbye."