I think I thought I saw you try

I have a problem with people
who don’t care

about love
about me.

About Juliet and Romeo
Layla and Majnun
Rose and Jack.

These are the ones who would never end their poems - some people don’t need a resolution.

The ones who would never end their poems with

“I want to die
burning and
breathless in
your arms.”

Trying to attach to the other ones: 
the ones
who take their loyalty to another galaxy and follow their lover into black holes with fingers interlaced.

It might be time to accept 

the Romeos and Majnuns and Jacks have
gone extinct and I was fed a lie since

I was a little girl 
playing “house” with my friends.

Maybe it was all lies.

Maybe I was never a little girl.

Consider this
Consider this the hint of the century
Consider this the slip
That brought me to my knees, failed
What if all these fantasies come
Flailing around
Now I’ve said too much

R.E.M
1991