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I am a hopeless romantic,
In love with a man,
Who couldn’t care less,
About romance.

While I sit at home,
Dreaming about poetic scenes of love confessions,
And hand holding,
He sits at home playing video games,
Probably high out of his mind,
On different kinds of drugs
Than the ones that run through my veins.
I bleed love,
But he bleeds chemicals.

I curl up in bed staring at my phone,
Trying to decide on what to say
That will get your attention,
Even though I know my text will receive a sideways glance,
And a reply saying 
“Haha I know.”

I pour my heart out in tiny gestures,
But they always go unnoticed,
And I am left constantly asking myself,
“Why am I trying so hard?”

It’s sad when you realize everything is hopeless,
When falling as hard as you did was for nothing. 
There are nights when you’re lying in bed,
With your face pressed into your pillow,
To hide your flushed cheeks,
And tear-filled eyes.
You muffle your sighs into your covers
Because you don’t want anyone to hear how pathetic you are.

You’re hopeless, 
And you waste hours telling yourself that,
But you end up falling all over again once you see him.
You’ll still feel a weight on your chest,
And a blush on your cheeks.
You’ll crave his attention 
Even though you know you know he will never entirely give it to you.

But I hope,
And I guess that’s why it’s called being
A Hopeless Romantic.