Another Story

Write me another story
about how lovers last
like nectarines in a ziplock
like popcorn in a bag.
And baby, could you tell me
that boys weren't just sent here
to break apart a heartfelt plan
after nibbles on your ear.
But kisses all mean nothing
and vows exist to break
relationships are like popsicles
on a burning summer day.
But every boy could tell you
that they're too madly fallen
to conform to the destructive social trends
of this world we were born in.