Becoming a Romantic

I’m scared,

really frightened.

Everyone I see

has the same face.

Is it being a realist?

Is that what I am?

I don’t want to be one any more.

They live in charcoal shades

of grayscale.

They see everyone

as the same.

forget names

just have sex

If that is what it is.

They don’t forget them

how could they.

How can you forget

someone you never knew?

I want to walk into a room

see the realist faceless

Accountants Stockbrokers

and rats.

See people for the

nothings they are.

I want to see

just one woman

she’s beautiful to me

Beautiful and different.

everything I ever wanted

all I will ever want

all the hues and

fragrances I need and desire.

I want to melt into her.

I want her to feel

who I really am

To see my face

and say

he’s  different

Its not like

any other face

its beautiful

and he’s  mine

I want that

I think I am

a romantic.