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as a hopeless romantic
i've come to grips with the fact
that i have no hope
that'd be the hopeless part
the romantic part
i've yet to fully reconcile
because even though i'm an introvert
and every cell in my body tells me,
"it's okay to be alone
it won't be forever
and even if it is
who cares?"
-there are four chambers pounding in my chest
to the beat of their own marching drum
each quaking thump resounding from my heart
calling me to art and to love
like a soldier to war
but i know
and my friends know
that my mind and personality
and all of the things that make me

me

are like a badly-timed gift
even if it was the prettiest package in the world
that thing you always wanted
just won't seem as sweet at your dad's funeral
so i might always get turned away
and in my thoughts
i know that i don't need love to survive
but it's also fact that the marching drum
banging behind my lungs
will never stop until i take my last breath
and neither will i