I love romance,
Soppy songs about broken hearts and longing and holding hands
Have always made me spin and swoon,
American films where lovers meet on a bridge and
They're so happy at the end they cry and so do I,
I love flowers
And poems
And benches with declarations,
I feel romantic about lots of things,
But mostly my friends,
Who hold me like the string of a kite when I flail wildly,
I sit in the raft of their safety and we take turns to row,
To be in love so deeply,
My friends smell so nice and have kind hands and open hearts,
I'm quite broken,
Or so it feels,
But those I feel romantic for quietly hold my pieces until I ask for them back,
The moon shines like a silver coin and its beauty makes me feel worse,
I feel romantic about the moon
and flint walls
and empty bodies of water
and my friends who whisper shhhhhhhhh as I fade into sleep,
Makes me believe I am loved and lovable.