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?
YOU ARE READING
letters to the mad
Poetry"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
