I was unapologetically childish.

I wanted flowers, trumpets, a grand gesture
to cement how you felt.
I wanted a blaring stereo
outside my evening window
with wild declarations of love.

It is exhausting to constantly be on alert
for signs, hints, the remotest clue
into whether you mean what you say
and say what you mean.

I wanted something so explicitly romantic
that it could erase the brewing doubt
we both allowed the neglect to create.