Hopeless Romanticism - is what ails me
this ever longing for a connection with another soul.
The festering desire to be loved, understood
I fear as a society we are lost
never able to tolerate the company of others —
too busy curating ones own life in a realm that is not tangible
in the act of curation we eliminate any chance
in experiencing vulnerability with another
the painting of a perfect relationship
lacks the connection we desire so much.
We remain at surface level with one another
no longer interested in digging deeper.

So what if I love him
That doesn't mean my life is over

I just have to find some way
To get closure

where did i go

in the mirror
eyes vacant
hair thin
lips ruby raw

spring on the rise
sun rays warmer each day
i’ll find me again

You know, I’ve never seen such a smile,
Sincere, kind, knowingly sly.
I would keep quiet and stand for a while,
And with anxiety, delight, I would cry.

That slight curve of your plump lips
Is the reason to live, even to breathe.
I promise, love, I’m happier than kids,
My heart rate would always increase.

Your lips on my cheek, your hand on my waist,
I blush when I look in your eyes,
All the time, all the efforts are not waste,
Every time all the sadness dies.

With anxiety my heart breaks, I will cry,
I’ll keep quiet and stand for a while.
Cold, devoid of warmth, dry..
You know, honey, I’ve never seen such a smile.

I knew your laugh
before I heard it.
I felt your warmth
before you touched me.

We stayed side by side
even in silence
even as time ran ahead.

We stayed side by side
in the quiet of us.