Transatlanticism

I felt you so closely
whenever you were so far away.
Yet, my new age romanticism
can’t escape transatlanticism.
I needed you so much closer
and felt all too much hope
I extended myself
and pulled myself to the end of my rope.
Different loves
with the same name
It’s kind of funny in a way,
I guess my heart’s the only thing that’s stayed.
Idiotic cycles of fantasticism
die cruelly to transatlanticism.