the romance used to escape my lips without hesitation,
but lately I’ve been holding back.
afraid to romanticize such a beautiful creation,
though the silence might break my heart in half.
a hopeless romantic with starvation,
waiting to be fed by the beauty of another being.
as if everything I’ve used to build my foundation
will collapse to the sound of a another heart beating.
constantly surrounded by these sensations,
that i become slowly consumed by.
leaving only room for temptation,
to let these words escape as i lay by your side.
i'm left searching for validation
in a world filled with mystery.
hoping for a moment of realization,
as i memorize the beauty of our story.