What do you do when you're just a creep?
A romantic sucker who either never shuts up, or never makes a peep.
You go way to far,
You show love as an art.
Or you bottle your feels and keep them far apart.

I once wondered if spectacles of romance were all dead.
Just Hollywood lies wrapped in pretty red thread.
But then I met you, and oh Lord above knows,
The love that I showed was only a small fraction of what flowed.

You undammed my river,
Let my emotions flow free.
But it was too much,
And the weight of it all only crushed me.

So now I lay here broken, struggling to breath.
I'll slowly rebuild this dam, and never again will these waters flow free.