The Hopeless Romantic

I’ve always been like this

The literally hopeless

Romantic.

There are days when I think

I’ve reached the brink

Of disappointment

And everything will be better

But I can never find the end whether

I try my hardest or I let things happen

Chaos floats around me like butterflies

These beautiful little guises

That land in my lap

I keep pulling myself up by my bootstraps

But I'm so tired of the let down

I’m so tired of the sound

Of this silent whimper

Inside my head

I’m tired of making my bed

And laying in it.