I Love You...Not

It's a commercial experience

that forces us to change.

It never lasts.

It's a physical thing

with the occasional emotional attraction

but it always ends

with death,

time,

anger.

You will never be close enough to someone

to have that feeling

you know the one:

that feeling of being content.

The one that never happens

because there is no appreciation, no affection.

It's all a myth

and it's only made up.

It was a way to make babies,

to reproduce.

But with technology

all of that has changed;

there is no face to face.

It's all blundering conversation,

taken over by texting

and talking on the phone.

Sometimes it'd be best

if all batteries

were dead.

Technology has also given us

ways to reproduce

where the woman is almost completely taken out of the equation.

Test tube creations and cloning,

expenses don't matter.

And then there are the bad examples:

the abuse, times, and even societies.

It's all about change.

Now there is no American Dream:

no 2.5 kids, white picket fence, or a dog.

There are no Suzy homemakers,

the fifties have long passed.

The space that people

end up asking for

is always given:

but it never closes;

just continues to grow.

Then the bad examples keep coming,

think of all the Disney Classics:

Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast.

Snow White runs off and

lives with seven strange men;

that's just promiscuous,

Sleeping Beauty is all about society

and arranged marriages,

and all that says is:

“What can we do for each other?”

And in Cinderella,

all she does is marry up

the chain of hierarchy.

If you want to talk about controlling relationships

just look at Beauty and the Beast,

it's a form of abuse. You're only getting used to it

because honey, I've got news for you,

he isn't the one that's changing.

That's all you.

These are all bad examples of what 'love' is.

They are mirrored in day to day life

and once they become out dated,

society throws them away.

Love is just an ideal

that is slowly losing focus in daily life.

Soon it will be extinct,

but then again,

maybe it already is.

There is none of the respect that is needed

for something to be considered a real relationship.

It's just a fairytale.

There will be no happy ending because

it only ends in depression, and

how is that fair?

All that says is:

“Oh, let's make a deal!

We stay together until death does part us,

and when one of us dies,

life is just giving you a giant

FUCK YOU!'.

That's how love treats you.

There is no moving on from it,

no piecing back together

your broken life.

It will never happen.

It's an institutionalized name

putting an emotion to a religious sacrament

so that people aren't living in sin.

It's a piece of paper.

It makes you weak.

And then there are the pet names.

The “baby's” and “honey's”

they don't show love.

The only thing they do show is laziness,

not wanting to say a name.

Or you have someone on the side.

How does that make you feel?

Knowing that the person you're attached to

may have someone on the side.

How do you feel now, pet?

There will be no Romeo

to your Juliet.

But don't let that get you down,

there are no “Bonnie and Clyde's,” or

“Johnny and June's.” Not in real life.

There is no such thing as

“love at first sight.” There's only

“lust at first sight,” a physical attraction.

If men didn't think with

the wrong head,

then maybe, just maybe

people would realize this.

It's a fascination

a case of obsession,

where people are put onto a pedestal

or a high shelf.

But once they fall,

they are broken forever.

Never regaining the trust and respect

that they've lost

because by then it's gone forever.

And people will see you for who you truly are

on the inside:

a mass of cracked dishes

flung around at walls

until all that's left are

the shattered pieces.

You're left broken and lost

trying to find out who you are

while you still can,

but the influences are too strong.

It's something you can't resist

and you end up in this cesspool...

left for forgotten like the rest of us:

the old man who lost his wife of 51 years,

the woman who had an abusive boyfriend,

the teenager who gave it up that first night,

and then was dropped like nothing.

They were all used in one way or another.

Like that can of corn that you say you'll use

but you end up throwing out

because it was left forgotten.

Like that New York Strip Steak

left in the freezer

so long that it got freezer burn.

They were all used,

like the man who was left

because his girlfriend wanted

his best friend.

It's a drug that we've always been addicted to.

But there is no rehab, no help.

We are just left wanting,

hoping,

reaching.

But ultimately

we are all left

just falling short,

with no one there to catch us.