UselessRomantic

I’ve missed you so much. You say, as warmly as one could muster, holding me close in the middle of a supermarket. I live for that squeeze you do. Sometimes, I wish I could be with you. But it’s a little bit weird. You’re not what I want at all, and you don’t look out for me like I’d expect you to. Your hugs are so warm and lovely, and every so often I want them to last forever. But I suppose I’ve never communicated that. I’m thinking of you. You say, as warmly as one can type, and immediately I’m happy. Thanks for making my morning. Sometimes, I feel that familiar green feeling with you. Espe

It all fell into place today, Information withheld came to the forefront. Sure, it caused me to wince, But it’s so much better this way. He became my friend today, Not being afraid to make my own family. She smiled and told me to come on Monday, And it’s so much better this way. I’m not scared about him today, We’ve both got backstories now, the wolf and I. I can see our mirai stretching out, Because it’s so much better this way. I’m ready to love, and I’m ready to live, Free from the chains that bound me, Although it takes some acceptance, It’s just so much better this way. And I’m g

Devoting myself to 8tracks, staring lustfully at epic prose, Your spear is the one that I want the most, With all of these heroes, the snakes and the flame, That smile of yours is the thing that I blame. You're in a band, and my god can you sing, Christmastime dreaming has never been my thing, I'm raising my vocal chords to join you in song, Refusing to tell me your age, but we both know that it's wrong. I'm going to be the one that you take out for juice, Like the cutie in most ways, I'll be the one that you choose, Because I have your picture, and I keep it on screen, We fell in love, high regard, because I'm overly keen.

Though waiting is divine, I can't help but feel... all my negative projections coming back to bite me as I hit the refresh button one more time. We parted with a closeness, and fond words of 'keep in touch'... but are you the man the warden warned me about? The man who doesn't do feelings, who doesn't step outside the lines. You of all people should admit the move I made was brave, even thought I twisted it into a fallacy about prophecy and little birds. You of all people, of all the people to me, deserve the time... but as of now I'm still anxiously awaiting your reply.

Although you make the most of it, I can’t help but wonder, Is the reason you shy away, the reason that you stayed in the first place? It’s okay for you to talk, but does the thrill when I say it make it so bad? I can help but muse as the letters increase. I’ve heard a million lines about a million hearts, but you can’t stand to listen, I want to scream it out loud, and Lord knows I want to tell you, It’s my happiness too, can’t you be proud of me? So I’ll sit here and write instead. You’re happy to debate the feelings we felt inside, but I can’t get a line when it comes to my current mus

They say, that we're not meant to be, But I see the curve of your spine and the jut of your hip. I've been told that you're seeing another, But the way you're angled and the look in those eyes tells me otherwise. I don't know if you're doing it, and I hope I'm doing it right, Why do I never remember to smile at you?

Do you love me? Like me? When I see your eyes I can't help but wonder. We maintain gazes from across the room and sometimes I'm sure it's not me. I love the eyes that you were bestowed with – they're blue, and I've never loved blue but reluctantly. I'm starting to think I have something ingrained within me about that colour...calming, relaxing. Exciting. Your eyes are a lot older than mine, and the body in which you live is lightyears ahead of mine. I wonder if we would look pretty lying together in the dark. When we talk it's always a discussion. You open up your question when I face you and today she gave me a look when we discusse

I'm sitting here a bunch of nervous energy, all pent up for you. I pace the corridors of my mind as I'm sat at a computer screen trying to procure an essay for you. I'm using your books, your favourite period of history, listening to music that I wish could bring me closer to you. I was like this last night too, burning with the thought of you and slipping you into every conversation I had with anyone I could. I was texting my best friend who was out at a club, trying to both reassure her and not bore her with the ever domineering theme of you. I call you bae around her now, because it's shorter and less imposing than your full name. I remem

Those immortal words, that mean so much. I think I feel love when I look at you - it's what I keep saying to myself when I walk away from you and I smile and I try to understand what I feel. It's sort of dying down but it's also growing and I find myself flustered at the silliest of times. Your eyes are possibly the nicest I've ever seen and I love your stubble and your crooked teeth. I love that you can't quite master grammar and I love that you fumble when you type and say pretty words even though they're purely academic. I admire your form and though I know that I'm hiding another want I try not to care because you are a different person

A modern day Dido, sits and counts her sighs, Looking up whenever she hears footsteps, thinking on his eyes. A modern day Aeneas, has wondered far from home, Dido sits here wishing, with her could he found Rome? She wonders if he’s with Lavinia, the girl supposed to be, She thinks that she’d be just as good, but Venus doesn’t agree. Dido, always burning, looking wistfully at his shield, She asks him pushing questions, hoping that he’ll yield. She wants to know him all, his life, his likes, his heart, Is supplication enough? Are they fated to stay apart? Carthage could go up in flames, what could modern Dido c