My sentimentality gets in my way. 
What can I say? I love love. 

Ever since I was a little boy, 
my mind romped with the idea of 
a happily ever after with a forever love.

She is the vindictive snow.
She can see my heart through my chest.
She/her/you...pronouns posturing. 
After we came together, I came apart. 

This obsession that consumes and burns within me,
is it love, true, unconditional, the kind in fairytales,
or limerence, intoxicating, ephemeral, lasting only 9000 days?
The moment I pledge my highest love, I face my greatest fear.

A laughable matter, how hours seem to change you.
I wear your name on my arm – my sleeve over it, dressed.