#romcoms
Scripted cinematic
They call it a fever dream
I call it the truth.
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 3:49 PM UTC
What if I never get better? I can't beat the fear, I never get Noah's letters
What if I'm not the exception? I'm just the rule, ever gullible to affectionate deception
What if the damage is forever? We can't re-fall in love, our connection eternally severed
What if I'm only worth 49 first dates? You wake up on the 50th and decide this life you hate
What if I'm a Heather? Exploding with you without knowing any better
What if I don't make it out of the car? Just wasted potential, never getting very far
What if I'm a bet you made with your friends? 10 days- I'm in love and your joke's end
And if I'm the bridesmaid, never the bride? I catch the bouquet- staring at you swallowing my pride
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 3:58 AM UTC
We watch consumed,
by how he swooned
and soothed, the world around them,
making everything happen.
A knight in shining armour,
the first one to see her.
Even in a slow burn
we know he will return.
So I sink into my seat,
waiting for it all to repeat.
But then it's over.
When they only just got together.
I wanted to see more.
The lifetime they swore,
with every mundane moment
and hint of enjoyment.
I don't want to realise
that it was all just romanticised,
and in actuality,
they were never meant to be.
The meet cute,
a perfectly scripted route.
The first date
that changed his heart rate,
in a destined fate,
that finally lifted the weight
off his shoulders,
now that he can hold hers.
All spontaneity,
a Hollywood reality.
Carefully constructed,
harmoniously corrupted.
In the business
of making a buck off the Mrs.
Forever exploiting,
the love that they're taunting.
The hopeless romantic
made cinematic,
Love turned perfect,
for the sake of a profit.
Breakups and heart ache,
every little mistake
changing their minds,
unsure if they'll find
the one.
But the film has begun,
and we can see, just how clearly
that they are meant to be.
From the first kiss
that was pure bliss.
And coffee shop barista,
who finally slipped a
note on his cup,
to use that stupid pick up
he's been rehearsing,
when he thinks nobody is watching.
The time he turned a blind
when she wrote a note for him to find,
left on the work-top,
and reading it made time stop.
When she searched through the crowd,
but it was all too loud,
and he was nowhere to be found,
until his arms wrapped around,
her waist from behind,
and all the stars aligned.
We watch consumed,
by how he swooned
and soothed, the world around them,
making everything happen.
A knight in shining armour,
the first one to see her.
So now, somehow without ever having it I miss,
everything the romcoms promise.
Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 8:54 AM UTC
The prince and the pauper.
The princess and peasant.
Perpetuating old cliches,
because aren't the differences pleasant?
Romance needs some room to play.
Fill in those gaps of mystery
with grandoise schemes and complex games.
Everyone's a winner.
The beauty and the beast.
The ******* and the tease.
The sheltered ones who live in dreams,
and the streetwise kids who do as they please.
Everyone loves a mystery,
but old cliches only capture so much.
Why do we need a conflict of different world views
to pluck the strings of our hearts?
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC