“My Kind of Romantic”
(a not-so-simple poem for something not-so-simple)
“My Kind of Romantic”
(a not-so-simple poem for something not-so-simple)
My definition of romantic
isn’t always understood.
Not by the people around me.
Not by those who think love is just flowers
on anniversaries,
or kisses under fairy lights.
I want a love that holds everything.
The good. The quiet. The broken.
The messy mornings.
The words we wish we didn’t say.
I want a love that chooses
again and again.
That says —
“I see the worst in you,
and I’m still not leaving.”
That kind of love.
Not perfect.
But real.
Respectful.
Raw.
Unstoppable,
because we don’t want to stop.
We fight,
but we find our way back
every time.
My kind of romantic
isn’t loud.
It’s steady.
It’s in the little things
and the big forgiveness.
It’s two people
choosing to stay,
not because it’s easy —
but because it’s worth it.
Yeah… sometimes I get emotional.
And maybe I do love poems. Surprise. 😌🫶
Even the tough-girl types have soft hearts — mine just happens to write in metaphors.
Next up: Me romanticizing summer, spinning in new dresses, and pretending every sidewalk is a runway. Stay tuned — it’s giving sundress delusion and I’m not sorry. 👗☀️🛍️
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