If true love can really break
any curse, then I’m fucked.
I can’t kiss heavy metal,
it’s just sound,
and the porn I watch
hides its lips behind a screen,
trapped in another dimension.
The curse of comfortability.
The curse of consciousness.
The curse of caffeine.
These are the things that ail me.
Would anybody be willing to fall in love with me?
How can there be love at first sight
if I spend all of eternity
trapped in the room which is my cell?
What if they saw a picture of me on social media?
Would it count as love at first sight?
What if my true love is a ghost?
Would I have to kill myself to be with them?
Then I guess it would be true loves bloody fucking kiss.
Do I even want true love?
It doesn’t seem very beneficial.
It just creates more problems.
Bystanders get filled with jealousy.
The world continues moving forward
while the lovebirds create their own cage.
They turn into self-indulgent people with a disregard
for the world stage.
And what happens
when your true love dies before you.
You can’t fuck a corpse,
it’s illegal,
or maybe you can.
Who am I to stop a final goodbye.
Why does it have to be a kiss?
If it's about an intimate moment
the most intimate of moments is intercourse.
If Prince Charming had to fuck Snow White
to break the sleeping curse, would he do it,
in front of all the dwarfs.
Now that’s something to truly tell if your love is true.
To break the vow of no sex before marriage,
that is, assuming they didn’t do it already,
would be the ultimate test of true love.
Even if they don’t wake up, it’s still a win-win.
Whether it’s a fairytale or nonfiction
the question is the same.
Is true love worth it?
You decide.
But remember!
Some curses aren’t meant to be broken.
Some of them are blessings.
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