I can romanticize anything

Books, jobs, boys

Toys!

This list is endless.

I am a clear romantic at heart

I can spin a tale and have that tale

Be invigorating, special, fun, exciting

Wonderful, amazingly delicious.

I can twist the truth,

Spin the lies into silky webs

String them up and hoist them on my back

I can be this job, or that

And for the day, that job is fantastic and my dream at life.

Tomorrow another job takes its place

And become my new dream.

I can hate or

Dislike a guy

Than tell myself to love him

Or be attracted or be infatuated.

I am infatuated with love

I romanticize life.

So the spice will stay

And the sweetness never runs out.

I tell fibs so long that the strings

Rarely ends and finishes its course.

That’s how I get my excitement throughout the day.

By telling a long tale….That isn't necessarily true.

But this is only for myself,

It doesn't hurt anyone.

I don’t build these elaborate stories just to share with

 others.

I greedily tell myself these stories

So they can stay on the shelf in my mind for years.

I must say,

I’m in lust with the chase.

Getting closer and closer and then….

Nothing.

I can romanticize a plain old house

If I want.

Explain it as if it were brand new,

Homey and clean to a crisp.

I can sensationalize a cracked stained mug

Into a vintage lovely little coffee cup.

No, no this does no harm I tell you.

This is only make believe…

That spills into my everyday life.

How can I make decisions if I romanticize everything?

When it all can become a choice if I just tweak it?