A Flowerbed for Romantics

rae's envoi

i don't know what got into me, tbh. i've been wishing i wrote as much (or even more) as i daydreamed and i couldn't, for the life of me, bear to let one more of my ideas rot. so a flowerbed for romantics was born, my first official prose and poetry book. don't come for me, some of the poems here were reused or derived from my old works or tweets /lh

serious na. words are powerful and they inflict all sorts of inexplicable emotions in me that i hope it transgresses beyond me—to you. i love romance; it's the first genre i started writing and experimenting with and up until now, i've been writing it because it is never an easy genre to master. love itself is a complex emotion with unequal parts of bliss, pain, mundanity, and more. if writers knew how to write love and romance intricately yet simply, we wouldn't be here now. i wouldn't be here now. so thank you for letting me write and share with you love through my perspective. it has been an honor.

just so you know, i was thinking of you while writing these verses. <3 you are my only lover, singing the perfect aubade to somniate my distressful heart. please hold on to my hand tightly as we run across this flower field together.

i don't ever want to let go. i will never ever let go.

𑁍 raeminiscence ˚⁎⁺