Little chocolate button babies
With impossibly round cheeks and the deepest dimples
Eyes gleaming with expectation
Eagerly awaiting their birth
They’ve been waiting so long they didn’t realize
That they’ve been born and re-born
a hundred times
in the confused dreams of a
mediocre daughter, friend
roommate, girlfriend what are you
even good at?
How quaint
You thought yours was a made-for-TV love story
A happy ending
The biggest present on Christmas morning
Wrapped in a giant bow
A teenage romance wrapped up in a giant white wedding
It’s pathetic really
You expected wooden floors and French windows
And a fluffy bed with immaculate Egyptian cotton sheets
-Saturday morning heaven
You expected God to smile down on this union
For your two souls to dance happily into the sunset
I’m sorry to disappoint you
Actually I’m not
This is real life.
And in real life,
You serve your heart to someone
Garnished with your sanity and your rationality
“Meh it’s just alright” maybe it’s better than that
Maybe it’s the best thing I’ve ever had but I’m not going to tell you
What’s the point?
In real life,
You nudge the love of your short, insignificant life a tiny bit further away everyday
Because you constantly want him to prove something else to you
On your terms of course
Everyone’s a poet right?
Little chocolate button babies melt
In the heat of your unnecessary passion and the frustration
Of the victims of your uncontrollable emotions.
Bye babies, not in this life.
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