Roll The Credits

The fairy tales lied.
And I’m not so pleased
with the rom-com directors either.

See, there’s no slow motion and John Legend whispering in your ear as you lay your eyes on a creature with a body from the heavens but a soul crawled out of hell.
Instead, it’s just the splitting of butterfly wings in your stomach and the sound of you hearing what they never actually said.

See, there’s no candle-lit dinners and 50 dates better than the first as you hope for time to stop and capture the wrinkle around their eyes as they smile.
Instead, it’s just spending a lot of time together.
See, it’s almost like real dates, except this, has only enough strings attached for them to leave you hanging.

See, there’s no low-lighting as you two finally let your emotions get tangled up with the bedsheets.
Instead, it’s them choosing to have you all while choking on their cake, just so they can have it served at every fxcking meal.

The fact is, there’s no rain-drenched profession of love and a realization that your happily ever after has already begun.
Instead, it’s you watching them leave as the credits roll and you being more alone than you were before.