"THE UNPLEASANT"

Let’s just face it:

There’s no such thing as unconditional love.

Either Billy Joel or Bruno Mars –

or perhaps some who do the cover versions,

somebody must be lying when they sing:

“Just the way you are.”

Okay, so I’m a cynic,

but the world has taught me

to be more of a realist.

No matter what kind,

you’ll always have that

even just some tiny bit of:

E.X.P.E.C.T.A.T.I.O.N.S

Ex-pec-ta-tions …

Seriously.

It has never been my imagination nor insecurity.

Sometimes it’s a beauty privilege.

Other times, it’s wealth.

Perhaps it can also be both

among many other reasons.

I’ve already burnt all the false memories.

A lot of fairy tales are full of toxic positivity.

If you’re kind, you’ll get noticed,

but some pretty ones are often greedy.

They steal the attention of someone you love too.

leaving you buried in the shadows

that you have to turn around and go.

So, excuse me

if I don’t feel enthusiastic

about love and romance.

In fact,

I’m still not on speaking terms with it.

I keep telling it that I don’t want anyone who won’t stay.

I don’t want monsters too,

because they only pretend to love me

before tearing my heart in slashes

before leaving me with pieces

of nothing but dark memories,

such poison to my brain.

I don’t know.

Maybe you’re right.

It’s more about luck,

whether you deserve it or not.

Maybe I still have to be ready

for love’s other mean tricks.

I guess I’ve already grown cold and numb

to what’s always been unpleasant …

R.