Shitty Poems

Real Life

Real life is not a Broadway musical.

There may be tiny snippets

Of happy, carefree Act 1,

But the tears and pain of Act 2

Never seem to end.

There is no 'sweet' to the bittersweet ending;

No songs or dance to sugarcoat everything

When your world comes crashing down,

When someone tears down your walls,

When someone leaves with parts of you

That you can't, but will have to live without.

Those parts of you,

You wish you could have back

But still push them away, revolted, whenever you catch glimpses of resemblances.

Because those parts of you fit perfectly

With parts of the person who took them.

People will continue to take parts of you until there is nothing left.

And yet you will carry on and steal parts of others, unknowingly.

Because real life is not some rom-com you are obsessed with.

The universe is not on your side;

The world hurts you and then brings you something to believe in

And that something is torn from you brutally

And makes you hurt more than being alone ever could.

Because being alone is fixable with company,

But having what you believe in torn from you makes you feel loneliness.

Being alone is having no one physically beside you.

But loneliness is feeling no connection with hundreds of friends, family and acquaintances surrounding you.

No one is rooting for you to find someone - The One - you truly connect with.

Because real life is not a fantasy novel.

There's no author to write in your 'soulmate',

There's no controlling force that hurts you because of the plot.

Your pain has no reason behind it.

There's no author to blame but yourself,

And no fandom to sympathise when you cry,

Because real life is pain - Not Act 2.

Your stolen parts don't fit into some elaborate puzzle

That works and forms something beautiful when everyone's parts are present,

Because in real life you don't fit.

You're not a spare piece

You're not even good enough to be a mistake,

Because mistakes can become something good,

But you're too wrapped up in a made up world to do anything

But it's not like anything you do would be worthwhile,

And real life doesn't have someone to step in make it better.

No one will enter stage left to save you and sweep you off your feet.

No one is there to love you and make you feel safe,

Because that safe feeling will always be false - an illusion.

And real life doesn't have relationships that last.

There's no being friends again or never meeting in the first place,

There are no fanfictions where you do stay with your love;

Where your love makes an effort too,

Where your love never hurt you,

Where your love actually cared,

Where your love doesn't break your heart

And steal the pieces

And run away with them.

There's no alternate reality where

Your love even loved you in the first place.

Once upon a time we tried to make it work,

Once upon a time we loved each other back,

Once upon a time I made her smile,

Once upon a time she kissed me,

Once upon a time we couldn't wait to spend the rest of our lives together.

But that was Act 1.

Once upon a time we fought too much,

Once a time we stressed each other out,

Once upon a time she broke my heart,

Once upon a time I broke hers,

Once upon a time we tried to be friends again,

Once upon a time it didn't work and we knew it wouldn't.

Once upon a time,

Around this time last year,

They are one in the same.

Is crying less moving on? Or becoming numb?

Is wanting to hate her yet wanting my 12 AM friend back, normal?

I wish...

What?

That we could be friends again?

That we were still together?

That we had stayed friends instead of girlfriends?

That we had never met?

What do I want?

Can't I have an author to make these decisions for me?

Can't I sing a soliloquy and make a groundbreaking epiphany?

Can't a screen director help me figure out my life

Through a big screen with optimal lighting?

But real life is not a Broadway musical,

And real life is not a rom-com,

Real life is not a fantasy novel,

Because real life does not have a happily ever after.

A.N. Sorry I was dead. (OMG this part is 666 words)