I romanticize everything
because I am made of love and starlight—
but it’s more than just a pretty thought.
It’s the way my heart bleeds when it loves,
how it stretches and pulls,
never learning how to hold back.
I romanticize because I don't know how to guard it,
how to let go of things that were never meant to stay,
how to face the truth that not everything
is worth holding on to.

I romanticize because I need to believe
in something bigger than the mess I am—
the mess I made of us,
the mess I keep creating,
chasing dreams that...