Too Old for this Shit

 
The thing is...
I'm not a romantic by nature
not in the classic way
never longed for
cards and bouquets
wasn't made for fancy dinners
dressing up and genteel manners
I like to eat with my fingers

So it puzzles me still
and will be my inevitable downfall
that I find myself
wanting to walk with you
holding hands in the rain
making our own cheesy romcom movie

Yes, you

With your roughened exterior
and raucous disposition
after all the years of bullshit
and heartache
punctuated with your addictive laughter
and that way you say my name
I still harbor a softness for you
that I can't explain

Something in me sighed
and sank into
the sound of your voice
like I'd been waiting for you
all along
missing you even before we met

How fucking romantic is that?

Sucks to be me, I guess