Falling Lasts Forever

I don't believe in love at first sight.

I don't believe in miracles

That happen overnight.

I don't believe in princes

With perfect hair and smiles

And I don't believe in fairy godmothers

Assigned to just any old child.

I value the fairy tales

But I don't think they're based in fact;

Romance is romance,

That is just that.

Dating is hard,

It's weird, never easy,

Some parts enjoyable,

Others quite breezy,

But no one talks about the hard in-betweens

The impossible unknowns

The angst and the need.

I don't believe in true love

I don't believe in soulmates

I try not to, at least,

Because where does it get me?

Disappointment? Confusion?

Oh, the fun never ends

In my brain

I'm not sane

Just go and ask my friends.

There's one thing I know

Of my terrible "love" experience:

Crushes are trouble,

Annoying, and tedious.

But falling lasts forever

That I do know,

Forever and ever

Once you figure out how.

You jump over the cliff

And plummet so far

A chasm so endless

You're where the wild things are.

To me this is not appealing

But devotion is love;

I don't understand it much,

But I know the white doves.

Cupid will strike

Love reborn, blah blah blah

But they don't talk about how

It's not easy at all.

What if they don't get you?

What if there's something missing?

Do you regret your choice?

Do you wish to be where someone else is?

But falling lasts forever, and there's no turning back,

So buckle your seatbelt

As all fades to black.

QueenBee

VT

13 years old

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