I'm not the romantic type nor do I plan to be.
I don't need you but I want you.
I don't know you but I miss you.
I'm not in love with a person-I'm in love with the idea of being wanted.
My love is expandable. My love is a drug.
You crave it but you can live without it.
I want a partner in crime and you want a shoulder to cry on.
Being in love with an idea can be catastrophic.
But I wonder who loses more of it,
is it the hopeless romantic
or the madman that loves her?
ESTÁS LEYENDO
letters to the mad
Poesía"Sorry to my unknown lover, sorry that I can't believe that anybody ever truly starts to fall in love with me." in which I'm a hopeless romantic and you're a a hopeful madman Cover made by @-MarthaK
