As a child,

 I believed that my Prince Charming would come.

I dreamt amazing dreams.

But that’s all they were.

Dreams.

As I grew older,

I believed in soulmates

Until I met him

And he altered...sorry,

I mean he destroyed

my way of thinking.

Then I wanted nothing to do with love.

Sooner or later,

I would meet another.

And I was so sure he was my soulmate.

Everything made sense.

It all seemed to be like a Disney movie.

A farce.

A tragedy.

A comedic disaster for the sadists.

My eyes were so used to the lens of tears,

That soon they became my eyes.

I do not believe in soulmates.

I will not surrender to childish fantasies anymore.

I cannot believe in a soulmate because the very word offends me.

The very image of the one I thought was my soulmate

stabs me repeatedly with a dagger of grief.

Coming and going, goes the pain,

as well as the men in masks claiming

“SOULMATE!”

I have to stop the performance,

because the ludacris idea of soulmate

is killing me.