Hopeless Romantic

When being a hopeless romantic you fall hopelessly into a downward spiral of dreams, love, kisses, hugs, fights, tears, longing, and sadness.

When being a hopeless romantic, you fall hopelessly for the wrong. You fall easy and you fall fast. You fall for the smoke and mirrors, the dance, the sweet nothings, the carefree love that you love so much.

When being a hopeless romantic, time is of the essence. You question nothing and you ask for everything. You want the love we as humans have created in our minds. We have created a love that is non existent, but perfect in every way.

When being a hopeless romantic, flowers can stop your tears and wash away the wrong that was done, without a resolution. Their smile can make you say yes when you should say no. The way they know to touch you will make you melt, and want to be hopelessly be held for eternity. When they say they love you all other things fade away, and you hopelessly fall again.

When being a hopeless romantic you will forever be the one who loves more, gives more, cares more, wants more, hurts more, needs more. Which means, you love to hard, care to much, want more than they want to give, move to fast, and at the end of the day hurt more than they know possible.

Being a hopeless romantic will allow you to experience a new love more intensely than others, laugh harder than most, explode with passion in a way that will set you free, look into a lovers eyes with more meaning than they will ever understand, and forever love faster than anyone will be able to handle.

For all of us who are the hopeless romantics in this world, you simply need to find someone who is just as hopelessly in love with you.


You are to late

I watch you from a far. Your sadness radiates from you.
I want to help, but I am the cause of your pain.
I broke your heart to make mine whole again.
At what point does someone need to choose their own happiness over having to hurt someone else.
I never had these intentions it just worked out that way.
I fell out of love and you didn’t even notice.
I think that is what hurt the most.
When sadness radiated out of me you couldn’t see it.
You had your blinders of being content.
You assumed you had me forever.
You stopped working for me.
You stopped doing special things for me.
You stopped seeing the worth in me.
Now you lost me.

I hit a point where the emotions just stopped.
No longer was I sad, no longer was I angry.
I simply felt nothing when it came to you.
I warned you there would be a breaking point.
I point where I was simply over it.
Once again you wrote me off, and then when that point came you were caught off guard.

Acting as though this came out of no where.
It is as though I was standing in a room yelling I was unhappy
and every one noticed, but you didn’t even look up.

What hurt the most was that I couldn’t even get you to acknowledge my emotions.
I hurt so much and the person who is supposed to be there for me literally let me cry myself to sleep.

Now I am the bad guy, because I let you go.
Now you want to talk about things.
Now you care that I am sad.

You are to late.


So here we are again alone in my bed.
My thoughts and I spooning the rambles running around in my head.
When leaving someone you love there is that moment it syncs in.
When the dust settles and you are lying alone in y’alls bed.
Alone with no one to hold you.
Alone with no one to say your random thoughts to.
Alone to warm yourself up.
Alone to cry yourself to sleep.
The night seems longer.
The sleep seems shorter.
The dreams seem sadder.
The bed feels bigger.
Still sleeping on your side.
Leaving a gaping space next to you.
Reminding you of whats no longer left of you two.
Before this night you stayed on the move.
Blinding your mind with constant interactions.
There comes that night when no one can be there for you.
There comes that night when you cry yourself to sleep for the first time.
There comes that night when you realize your all alone.