The plight of a romantic
A beat; a meet and greet.
A beat to a new friendship; a giddy me.
A beat, a new text, a silly gif; a silly me.
A beat, a new week, a new text; a new meet.
A beat, a second meet; a verbal breach
A beat, a dapper you; a meekly me.
A beat, a beat to our next meet; a meet of three.
A beat, subtle rubbing of you and me; an innocence, and an innocence not, beating inside me. Beats of what could be.
A beat, week after week three; a weaker me.
A new beat, a promise for the following week; an enthused me.
A beat, and beat, and beat every time you looked at me. Me and only me.
A beat, a renaissance beat; a beat to the melody of your art, of a beat to the melody of your heart, your heart involving me.
A beat, a beat of what could be to what should be.
A beat, a beat and waiting, waiting for the beat of our shared night. Our one night. The one night worthy of my beating.
A beat after beat, a beat, a beat to my body not; a beat to my heart too heavy. A beat I received like the masochist I succumbed to be.
A beat, beat after beat of you into me. A beautiful beating of me.
A beat, a beat, a beat; the beating seconds until our next meet and greet.
A beat, beating of texted evanescence; a beaten soul. A bloodied heart beating.
A beat of hatred, so I tried, a foolish feat. No hate, no hate ever.
A beat of despair, no need to try there, nothing left of me to spare.
A beat of time, time beats, time repeats; the evanescence of you and me. Now only me.
A beat, will it be ever again? You and me.
A beat, every beat. My heart still beats for you and me.
About the author
Greetings! My name is Andrew Judeus. I am an LA-based writer with a passion for creating romantic narratives. Hopefully my daily wanderings into the land of happily ever after will shed some light into your life. Enjoy!