i am tired of hearing about grand romantic gestures
when one of them is broken and is somehow
“miraculously saved” by that someone
because life isn’t me, the protagonist
and you, my supposed, singular love interest
and we are not surrounded by antagonists,
nor by those complications of people
whose actions are perfectly shaped
just to cause some ruin in our character development
because that isn’t how life works
we aren’t two characters in a fairy tale book
nor am i novel lover who overcomes self struggle
with my mysterious, selfless partner
in some town that we both hate
in a time we’re both lost in