Here's A Flower For You [Poetry]

How Love Stories Tell A Story

I'm sick of love stories.

It happened this morning when I woke up and the thought just barged into my mind like a virus. It bothers me than it should have. In fact, I shouldn't have felt bothered at all. When love stories give you hope, they give me nothing but some sort of sick twisted theory that I would never find something like that.

I'm sick of love stories the way you are sick 'cause of a flu. There is no real cure. It keeps coming back and I keep being sick.

I'm sick of love stories to the way the stories are being told. They might be happy pills for everybody yet they are just a fantasy written romantically for me.

I'm sick of love stories that I can't bring myself to read one anymore. They might make your day brighter with some indirect sunshine beneath those papers yet they hold some broken lampposts for my nights, awaiting.

I'm so sick of love stories. They are everybody's soon to be reality, but they are just merely my own hidden fantasy.

--g.c
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