hopeless romantic
i don't care
what others say
about how chivalry is dead
or how cliché romance is
or how love isn't as great
as it sounds.
i don't care
if someones laughs at me
or think i'm ridiculous
for having such dreams
and expectations
in a broken society
we're living.
i don't care
if people don't care
about love
and its triumph anymore.
i don't care
if i'm damned
if i wish to have
that jittery and fluttery
feeling in my chest
whenever i hear his name
casted into the air
like magical spells
spinning around the room.
i don't care
if i'm damned
if i wish to have
my whole heart
feel like it's been lit up
by kerosene all over my chest
whenever our bodies
collide.
i don't care
if i'm damned
if i wish to meet
someone in shining armor
riding on a white horse,
ready to rescue
the damsel in distress
even when i'm capable
of saving myself.
i don't care
if i'm damned
if i wish to receive
a stalk of pretty rose
from a pretty boy
no matter how cliché it sounds.
i don't care
if i'm damned
if i wish to run across
a field of flowers,
chasing clouds,
stumbling onto the green,
breathing 'i love you's
into each other's mouths.
i don't care
if i'm damned
if i'm considered
silly or naïve
to have countless
and countless
of hopeless romances
in my head.
because if so
such a love exists,
i might as well
be damned.
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how the universe works
Poetry"how does the universe work?" you asked me. i paused and thought for a moment. after a while, i decided on the truth. "you can never know. even if you learn it through the pain, you'll still be unable to know how the universe truly works. the univer...
