We Shouldn't Settle for More or Less
Oh, the Pains of Young Love
Sometimes I look at you
And I wonder
What will happen
In the unforeseen years.
Will we be happy
In a life of luxury?
An affluent loft
In whatever well-to-do town we wind up in,
With designer clothes from Italy on our backs,
And swanky footwear walking through a golden street?
Will a diamond rock crafted by the Earth first,
Then by human touch,
Surround my left-hand finger
When we both say
Those two simple words?
Will cameras flash when we smile for the lens,
Even when there’s no grinning matter?
Will people stare in awe and say,
“Look at those two.
They have it all.
The lights.
The glamour.
The gifts.
The green.
If it were me,
I wouldn’t know what it’s like
To ever frown again either”?
They could be right.
But what will they know?
We could have it all.
But for what we’d know,
All of that doesn’t ever equal
True happiness.
No one sees the tears.
The bruises.
The pain.
The hurt.
The regret.
They just see the smiles in a wedding snapshot.
As if that determines the unforeseen future.
You don’t desire that lie,
And neither do I.
So perhaps we will settle for a lesser living.
Will we be happy
In just a moderate unknown town,
With 9-to-5 jobs to barely pay the bills
Of our ramshackle apartment,
Even with degrees stored away in a moving box in storage?
Will we have put millions of miles between us and where we grew up?
Will there be countless nights
Where I call home in tears
With talk of going back?
Will we fight more than we make love,
With shouts from rage instead of from pleasure?
Will we want to stay indoors
Than go out and mingle?
Will one of us get tired of it all?
Will one come home,
And find the other’s belongings gone,
Along with the said other?
Will a note be found in their place
With the words “I love you, but I’m sorry”
In bold letters?
Will that be the end of it all?
Who’s to say which one of us two will stay,
And which one of us two will go?
They’d say that when you’re in love,
You’ll use that love
To overcome any hardships
That comes with living a life
Together.
But odds are, that could be a lie.
You don’t deserve that lie,
And neither do I.
About the Creator
Carolina Machado
Wannabe writer // lover of music, books, and movies // wastes time watching other people play video games online
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