Love Artillery

Three dozen white roses blocking the office desk.

A velvet Cartier box sitting by the coffee cup.

Paragraph texts arriving before the morning

alarm. Calling this a soulmate connection right from the jump.

Doing the absolute most...

Too fast...

Overwhelming the senses.

(Overwhelming the senses)

Missed calls feed a fantasy.

Choking on the plastic sweet.

Faking bonds to make it complete.

Red flags wrapped inside a bow.

Moving way too fast to go!

(too fast to go)

(too fast to go)

Planning a trip to Paris after the second date.

Mirroring all the hobbies,

mimicking every trait. This isn't romance,

this is a calculated bribe.

Stealing the personality to match the exact vibe.

Zero personal space, oxygen getting thin.

Playing a psychological trick to secure the win.

Lowkey suffocating.

A-a-a. A velvet cage.

The pedestal is shaking.

The mask is slipping off.

Throwing a hundred compliments entirely to waste.

Romance isn't supposed to have a manufactured taste.

Watching the fake reality...

carefully built.

Love bombing artillery. Missed calls feed a fantasy.

Choking on the plastic sweet.

Mind games playing on repeat.

Tearing off the fancy bow.

Time to let it fucking go!

(finally go) (finally go)