I can romanticize anything
Books, jobs, boys
This list is endless.
I am a clear romantic at heart
I can spin a tale and have that tale
Be invigorating, special, fun, exciting
Wonderful, amazingly delicious.
I can twist the truth,
Spin the lies into silky webs
String them up and hoist them on my back
I can be this job, or that
And for the day, that job is fantastic and my dream at life.
Tomorrow another job takes its place
And become my new dream.
I can hate or
Dislike a guy
Than tell myself to love him
Or be attracted or be infatuated.
I am infatuated with love
I romanticize life.
So the spice will stay
And the sweetness never runs out.
I tell fibs so long that the strings
Rarely ends and finishes its course.
That’s how I get my excitement throughout the day.
By telling a long tale….That isn't necessarily true.
But this is only for myself,
It doesn't hurt anyone.
I don’t build these elaborate stories just to share with
I greedily tell myself these stories
So they can stay on the shelf in my mind for years.
I must say,
I’m in lust with the chase.
Getting closer and closer and then….
I can romanticize a plain old house
If I want.
Explain it as if it were brand new,
Homey and clean to a crisp.
I can sensationalize a cracked stained mug
Into a vintage lovely little coffee cup.
No, no this does no harm I tell you.
This is only make believe…
That spills into my everyday life.
How can I make decisions if I romanticize everything?
When it all can become a choice if I just tweak it?