Modern Romance

We won’t fall in love anyway; we are too honest for that.

Perhaps we will make love to each other until one of us wants to make love to someone else.

Perhaps we will care for one another until better prospects come our way.

The exciting essence of your presence will fade away, my love.

My charm will be an annoying watched over play and your enigma shall be interpreted by slang words of dismay.

Our expectations shall devour us and if not then the monotony of life shall.

We both are too conscious to fall in love or maybe we love ourselves too much.

Alas! There is so much to be intrigued about; how much longer shall we be pleased by us?

My intellectual stories shall be repeated each time I come across a new friend; but there shall be no new stories for you.

We will run out of the ways to wear our hair and music we both like too.

Your face will eventually be as ordinary to look at as my own face in the mirror.

Sleeping will eventually be a better choice over making love to you for pleasure.

So, let’s just not stay that long to know each other.

We can make promises of love for now and then make silly excuses to abandon each other later.

So; Let’s fuck and depart on our own ways to meet never;

Only then we may treasure each other in this fold of time and burn with desires forever.

We actually don’t want each other as much as we want ourselves to be wanted;

Pity we shall only want each other if we may never have each other.

So, darling you can never have me.

Ah! well.. We can’t fall in love anyway; we are too honest for that.