The New Type Of Romance Poem by Lindsay King

these days just don't
quite feel complete
will the touch of your hand
be relieving,
or more stressful yet?
you can't be serious about me
i've looked in the mirror,
you just can't

disappointment will run deep
when i open my mouth
just long enough to concede,
i want you, i want you, i want you

i think about
not going through with this,
shy away from you
deny the first kiss
it would be less dangerous
i wouldn't have to fear
the fall
of us

i chose this path
i should stick to it
if anything could describe
the need i feel
just to touch you
not on screen
but something real
i would tell you
but i'd come off psychotic

disappointment can't run deep,
as i open my mouth
just long enough to concede,
i want you, i want you, i want you