is romance absurd to the extreme
left of centre and bound to our very being
yet romance feels gradual in its gradient
and yet, it is still such a climb

wrote in colour
not black and white
wrote in freehand
not in type

licked its lips
and felt so cold
i had to sleep,
with the light turned on

wear it well,
but i feel like a loser
but then,
it does not feel so bad

you’ve got the respect of others
but haven’t i been here before
stuck between success and failure
trying to guess the correct door

some of my flowers
well, they never quite blossomed
some of my hope
well, it has been forgotten

without you here
i am on the edge
and on the verge of tears

i break my back
but it’s not enough
i compromise my dreams
but it’s not enough

whatever happens,
i am still here
i listen intently
waiting for the cheer

alcohol by the keg
feet found once again
there at the bottom of my legs