Looking back on some poems olides (Spoilers wrote a sequel to one of them) and it’s mad how much they tell how I used to view romance like then and now, like the old ones used to be so like armageddony, like every inch of life force was put into these little encounters and there’s a lot less of that now, it’s a lot more fluid and silly :L I think it’s easy to blame it on being jaded and not taking romance seriously anymore, but I think it’s a nice little tell that I put less stock of my happiness in the hands other people and expect it a lot more from myself….. AND DA IN’T A BAD TING JACK