Eloped
Modernity gave me a frame—
glossy, heavy, built from expectations
I no longer wanted to agree to.
A structure too polished to feel true.
And I’m a romantic,
an idealist with a skeptic’s flicker—
I push, I question,
I lean on the walls just to see
which ones will hold.
A little punk rock in the heart,
so I scrapped the script.
I let the old idea of marriage collapse.
Binary rejection—
until something gentler rose in its place.
I built my own definition.
Subscribed to my own channel.
And I couldn’t be happier
sending this signal out
to one particular blondie—
that we’re in this strange, shimmering journey together.
If you know us, you know:
roller coaster, whirlwind,
playground and cosmos—
all at once.
And still, we walk forward.
Still, we choose each other.
We eloped—quiet, simple, wild, just our way.