[ all these thing seem to mock me, ]

all these thing seem to mock me,
these words that spin fairy tale romances,
these love songs
that make lovers smile,
finding relatable themes,
points of reference

it isn't real,
things aren't like that,
real life lacks happing endings

a lifetime of pain
cannot be resolved
in 200 pages
or in 3.5 minutes

the fictional lovers
cannot know of my deep lonliness,
cannot know that they mock what I lack,
take what they have for granted

those authors and artists
spend hours
spinning tales of love gained, love found,
love lost, broken hearts

but there has to be something
to lose

where is the song,
for the unloved?
those without a reference point?
those deemed too repulsive,
reclusive, unwanted
to even be found worthy
of stepping on to that
roller coaster ride?