Limerance from Romanticism by Sleepwalk Moss

I talk too much
The words their touch
Reflecting nothing and hollowed out
It’s not from the fear
You held up a mirror
But everything is hanging upside down

Romance is not so dead,
But some days I am
I could try more if I
Want to be better than
What kind of men that you have let in around
My cross to bear, no sight, no sound

And now I don’t,
Want to remember
Those days in December
I saw what could become
And now my fears,
Manifest in me
Creeping obscenities
Has shown what's come undone
Have I faltered ripping out the parts of me I had intended to keep

I’m hiding and sick
Abandonment trick
No real delusion to follow in my sleep
I’m tired of grief
Why can’t I relieve
What is still clenching onto me?

I know I’m gonna change
But it took too much
Time to tell you why
I’ve been so out of touch
Half of my life I was a stranger
Inside my world, I’m not the passenger

And now I don’t,
Want to remember
Those days in December
I saw what would become
And now my fears,
Manifest in me
Surrealist anxiety
I know what's come undone
How I faded into a night where I never caught the day

I’ve retreated and emptied my plate
And now I carry all my weight
You called me out and struck a chord
I won’t return unlike before

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