Silliness

I love to love an older gentleman;

The maturity, the wisdom, the strength.

I like to feel him beneath me,

And lay together as the world keeps spinning around.

There are tragedies and heartaches,

Mysteries and woes...

The joy, the pain, the bliss,

The arrival of a lover, and the door through which

He goes away.

They've had their time, lost their wife,

It's no surprise that I don't fit into their lives.

And my friends think it's silly,

"Why don't you find a guy our age?"

I don't have the heart to tell them that their boyfriends

Are apes.

I can't quite bring myself to mention

The metropolitan jungle of modern youth,

Where the apes are trophy hunters,

And the women are happy to be trophies.

I am not a trophy.

I wish to be in love, in reality,

Not grinding on a thousand different men at a party.

I don't want to be his second priority,

Always coming behind his Playstation.

I don't want to coat myself in fake tan

Just to be in with a chance

Of one of their boys changing his mind

And pursuing me instead.

They call this nonsense, say that they're in love,

Rush to get married, have a family,

Then livestream the breakdown of the relationship

Because they truly belong to their screens.

Are my views truly so ridiculous?

Am I simply talking nonsense, or do they not understand?

My heart is breaking; their only pain

Is sore feet from the high heels that they wore the night before.

It doesn't compare,

Yet I'm the 'silly' one, because I care.

They start and end relationships in the blink of an eye...

Is it silly to seek love that will last for a lifetime?