There Is No Romance

 

There Is No Romance

There is no Romance,

And too many people.

There is no Romance,

And too many men,

There is no Romance,

When women are caught up on having to constantly be seen.

And there's nothing left to say,

When there is no Romance.

There is no Romance,

When attention spans don't allow for acoustic guitars.

There is no Romance,

When the cultural conditions allowing mix tapes are no more.

There is no Romance,

When there are no dances or slow dance.

There is no Romance,

In being an artist, even or especially when she is even generally aspirational in the same field.

There's nothing left to say,

When there is no Romance.

There's nothing left to do,

Once Romance was gone out of fashion.

Romance has been replaced,

Romance has been confused,

For some wistful aspirational general optimism associated with the abstract notion of just something new looming around the bend.

Then again, that's probably actually the definition of Romance,

But you know what I mean.

New people come from out of nowhere,

New people are everywhere,

And you can only count on that.

Someone at her job, someone new at her job, 

Even the boss who she can't stand, could still very well be a threat.

Sometimes when a woman cheats on you,

It's like it's not you she's necessarily cheating on,

It's like she's cheating as some kind of thought experiment on herself,

No matter how obviously misguided it could be,

No matter even how misguided that even she admits to,

As if proving something to herself that she's convinced herself somehow still needs to be proven,

Even in the face of you who she could very well still like.

It could be as some self perceived sense of obligation,

An operating imperative to entertain just about everything the world puts in front of her,

As if to indulge in such, is some kind of right of her inheritance,

The imperative to always just have everything to try out,

Even though that trying just about everything out, 

Does not include you.

And so how they with spork mouth for eyes, shock worse baited bites than so do screeching teeth to foil do now down here.

And there is no Romance,

When there are always way too many options,

There is Romance only in need.

That's why clever women can never be romantic, in being constantly sought.

There can only be what's left, is Romance in agony,

As a way to a woman's heart, is there is something she can't have or can't quite grasp,

But even that is certainly no guarantee,

Because she could still easily lose interest somewhere along the day, and then for a long while forget about it all together,

Get distracted again,

Spurred into a self prescribed being single again phase, which never lasts too long, or long enough,

But yet, adding yet another insult, to all your racked up and re-awakened dormant injury,

And then only to return herself yet again back to some self perceived return to order,

Which by now certainly doesn't include you well passed over,

But she returns herself back to the usual situation,

That reinforces the comfort food of no risk again,

Activates the too immediate appeal of a comfort zone she was probably recently trying to prove herself against,

No matter how boring or random or ordinary the next with whom which she takes up with.

And somehow as if them being a crashing bore, is her just proving some point.

And women treat you like placeholder,

Women treat you only as a mirror that they can check themselves out in seeing themselves reflected in,

Or women just need a target to function as something to aim their ideas and not-necessarily-about-you preconceptions to act upon, even if only for just a little while now,

Women aren't necessarily interested in just you,

But interested in the entire social situation around you,

And women will go with you if there's a social situation around you to supplement it all,

And they can very well trade you off once she's gotten familiar in the mix,

And women go for the popular,

Or women seek the leader in the group,

But don't be too much of a leader or don't be too exotic, that could probably bewilder her too,

Or reinforce the idea about herself she was trying to outrun,

And then she responds by defiantly going with someone of lower rank in the gang,

As if reinforcing something she thinks she has to prove against herself again,

Going for that someone so dull, juxtaposing herself so nicely,

As if it's yet again some self perceived return to reason again,

Even as all her friends even criticise who she went for,

Even if her mother even complains to you that the new guy she is with is such a slob,

You will have better luck if you're just an ordinary guy who happens to be the leader,

Or you will have a lot better luck if you're the leader and you are severely corrupted and calamitous.

You will have a ton of luck, if it's convenient in the orbit of her life, though.

And you could be verified compatible astro signs, and such certainly isn't enough or doesn't matter or factor in now,

Even our soulmate now in this life is distracted, uninterested,

Or even astro signs do matter, she still has a point that she needs to play out to somehow make her point again,

And convenience is the new Romance.

Or the thing about Romance you have to realize is somethings never change.

You always go for someone who you know likes you,

But overnight, there's something circumstantial that's shifted and the game is over,

Or there never really was ever any game to begin with.

Can't a girl just like someone, without having to be subjected to such advances, they could petulantly rhetorically complain,

And such becomes the pervasive attitude,

That it comes down to too commonly being excoriated only for wanting to fulfill the most important thing that you need.

You become accused of being misguided, just having the wrong idea.

You become default chastised for just for once looking after your needs here,

You become chastised for being bold enough for knowing what you want and going for it,

You become chastised for seeking responsibility in fulfilling your needs with brave conviction,

While she simultaneously then throws herself to someone else so undeserving, as her response and her right of way reaction.

And when they know you are hooked,

And when they know you need them,

They can bully, mildly heckle you, put other's right in front of you so insultingly,

And that's exactly harm's way.

And when you are only just trying to ride it out,

Because she very well may change her mind,

Or because she sends mixed signals,

And you don't want to play games,

But you are forced to play along,

Because games is a way she moves in the city constantly testing the air,

You can't demand no games because she's vetting, you see,

Protecting herself,

And you find yourself even implicating yourself in who has abused her in the past, in being a good sport, out of the spirit of being fair, going along with it all, even though it's not you and has nothing to do with you,

Self implicated and implicated by her past poor decisions,

As if implicating yourself in going along with all her unnecessary tests would prove yourself to her, but it never does, it never works,

Only for her to just become all overwhelmed, 

Only for her to not to want to get around to go through with sorting it all out,

Only for her just to go back to old ways and away with someone who did nothing to deserve her.

Only with that someone Joe Rando who was just around right then and right there,

Someone emotionally deficient to contrast with her now wanting to get to the bottom of his emotional deficiency, all his now mystifying existential and psychological maladjustment,

Someone who has a cheap charisma in all their shlubiness, as if her appreciating such cheap charisma is some subtle sophisticated conessourship of understanding that signifies some self perceived idea of her supposed emotional depth and eclecticism.

You can't demand no games, when there's plans in front of her in regards to what she's up to tomorrow night,

And you certainly can't demand no games when she's about to travel.

The best you can do is accept whatever happens on her vacation doesn't exist or never did,

And when you wait it out some more,

For when the-whole-wide-world-open-to-her vacation wears off, and she drifts back down.

But don't wait too long, because after that, she will or could then retaliate to the now no-stimulation of it all, and will or could do something drastic,

Or random,

And random is the only thing you can count on,

Knowing random will always be there, keeps you grounded.

And women will laugh at you for trying to be Romantic.

And that's why there is no Romance.