Speak

I told myself I wouldn’t do this and I tried so very hard to keep you from my mind

But I find that you still fill my every thought and now you’ve even made your way into my dreams

I hate just how real it felt that night I couldn’t tell the difference between the you in my dreams and you in my reality

The scary part is not that you were there it’s that I wish I could have stayed

Seems that it’s as close as I will ever get and now even that is too far away

I told myself I wouldn’t do this again, my heart still aches from lovers come before

That I am sure will pass but this, this will never do, I wish that I could just tell you

But for reasons unknown still the words escape my tongue

Instead they’re left on pages strewn across my bedroom floor

Still there in the hope that one day I might pick them up and give them a voice to speak

Hopeless Romantics and the People Who Snub Them

Hopeless: desperate; without hope; impossible to acomplish

Romantic: fanciful; unrealistic; passionate

If you look at those two definitions, they actually do fit together... desperate and unrealistic.

Its actually quite sad to be considered a hopless romantic. To be doomed to the same life of unrealistic dreams, and desperate to achieve them... yet without hope.

Is it sad that I still, after knowing the definition, prefer to be a hopeless romantic?

I prefer to have the unrealistc dreams in love and not achieve them than settle.

The love I have, and there is a lot, is unrequited everytime I try to give it, and yet I still try.

Because I believe that one day I will find the one that I can give my love to, and she will return it with the same passion and joy that I have.

Is that a realistic dream?

Or am I just being a hopeless romantic once again?