Romance is Dying
Is it romantic to say that I would lie face down, above your grave, fingers intertwined with the grass that grows above you, because I would rather imagine that I'm holding you between 6 feet of dirt than wishing upon stars that you would come back?
Is it romantic to say that I love your body of work and your body, but if you died in my arms, I would still love you while holding onto your beautiful corpse, because how could I ever let go of you?
Is it romantic to say that if you were cremated, I would scatter your ashes inside of a tornado so that I could feel you around me, surrounding me while I dance within your storm?
Is it romantic to say that I get so scared of losing you, that I create these scenarios where you're gone, because I could never tell you how much you mean to me until it's too late?
Is it romantic to never say I love you because I love you too much and I know that the only thing worse than not having you, is losing you?
Is it romantic to say that I love your body of work and your body, but if you died in my arms, I would still love you while holding onto your beautiful corpse, because how could I ever let go of you?
Is it romantic to say that if you were cremated, I would scatter your ashes inside of a tornado so that I could feel you around me, surrounding me while I dance within your storm?
Is it romantic to say that I get so scared of losing you, that I create these scenarios where you're gone, because I could never tell you how much you mean to me until it's too late?
Is it romantic to never say I love you because I love you too much and I know that the only thing worse than not having you, is losing you?
