Love was not what it was once promised.
When I came of age,
love was the end all, be all,
the goal, the dream, the wish.
When I matured,
it was a benefit or even a side effect
triggered by the chemicals driving
the physical manifestation we are given
to breed and procreate.
When I became as I am now,
love is sold to us still
as a magical, unearthly destiny,
but only if you are pretty enough, good enough,
only if you are deserving enough.

© Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017