OctPoWriMo 2018: Day 9: Not a Damn Rom-Com

Image copyright Ronnie Chua

The train to Infatuation Junction

Leads to dysfunction

Ends in malfunction

Of those damn fool dreams you hold dear

So you think you want romance?

I say no damn chance

I never again want to dance

To the symphony of destruction

You say you want some affection? 

Well take up a collection

And walk in the direction

Of the nearest kissing booth

It's hard to even trust friendship

When everything's a dead-end ship

I don't want to take another trip

Down to Heartbreak Hotel

You promise endless devotion

But I'll need calamine lotion

Because all the commotion

Of our breakup

Will make me break out

In hives

You say you'll cherish me forever

That you'll leave me never

But in the end you'll just sever

The last trust from my heart

Love does not bring delight

Only fight after fight

And long lonely nights

I'm better off alone

I came to dwell

In Indifference Dell

After being plunged into hell

One too many damn times

Too many damn cheating men

Live in Infidelity Glen

I won't go there again

I will stay well away

I was not born, you see

With impartiality

Or a spirit so free

It can find fun on the run

Too many cold-hearted souls

Have left my heart full of holes

I don't want to play the role

Of the one cast aside

A role I've played many times over

So when you promise green clover

I say: "Begone, fickle rover"

Because I smell manure

Been there done that time and again

Been betrayed time and time again

Been pushed aside time and again

It's time to say never again

~Cie~

Notes:

This one turned out more badass than brimful of regret, which I think is pretty damn cool. 

Fair warning that few things piss me off more than people advising me, however well-meaning the advice may be, to "not give up on love" and "give it another chance." It is absolutely, positively not something I want to pursue, so, please, just don't. 

To me, such advice is akin to saying: "well, maybe if you stick your arm in that meat grinder again, it will be nice and not shred your stump like it did your hand. You can't stop trying just because you got hurt a whole fucking lot of times in the past when you stuck your hand in the meat grinder."

Can and have. It's my life, not a rom-com. I'm never so miserable as when I have some sort of romantic entanglement. Been there, done that, never want to go back again.