Wasted Romance.

Wasted Romance. Where do I begin? Do I retread everything I've spoken about before?
Or do I try and put a new spin on it? A narrative. Structure.
Well, what is wasted romance? Is it really a waste? Or is it just the mind playing tricks?
Is it really romance? Or is it just constituting acting like a fucking faggot?

I have been called many things but romantic is not one of them. I like to think I am but something I do must not sit with the female mind.
Am I soppy? I don't like to think that. I like to speak my mind and hell if it means calling a woman beautiful then so be it. She must be for me to say it.
True beauty isn't makeup, Extensions and fake fucking nails.
Its facial structure,hair(prefereably curled.Take note.) and eyes.
A personality. Character.
Add them together and well. Thats a pretty fucking beautiful woman.

I try my hardest. I'm not the most confident evidently. But if I have something to aim for I will peel my shell off. Blow the cobwebs off my brain and thaw out my heart(30 degrees pre-heated works.) I will tell her how I feel. Woo her. Let her feel the woman she is. Realise her pro's, her flaws and get caught up in the whirlwind. Flying,falling failing.
I want her to know I'm not just there for the moment. Here today,gone tomorrow.
That aint me.

How i want to just see her. Hey, if its just innocent talking I can be content in my head.
I know she'll never want that. I can't help that. But I can help her.
But at the end of it all will she truly trust me? Probably not.
Life's too fucked up to let any person truly let their guard down.
I can no longer pine after her. It makes my head hurt.
And I've got to stop blogging about her. It's ridiculous.

What a wasted romance.