Love Market

The things that are the hardest to attain

Are the most valuable.

That’s why we go for the married woman

Or the guy who can see anyone but you

It’s not that we crave the forbidden fruit

We just want the one on the most distant branch.

Love is the greatest form of metaxy

We want to cross the boundaries

We believe we can

Because the impossible is what we deserve.

I really believe that.

That we shouldn’t be constricted by the setting

Or our beloved’s status or heart

We should get the girl who moved across the mountains

Who had the courage not to say goodbye

And the boy who is dating your best friend

Even if the bond will be fugacious.

I’m tired of settling.

I want the person who ignites an instantaneous spark

Not the friend that grows on you

 The one who’s beautiful—not attractive.

I yearn to be the damsel in the novels

Because it’s too painful being the one who writes them.

I have so much love to relinquish

I’ll exchange it for a form of affection

Measurable only in jewels

The one that I would have sever cites and souls

Evaporate oceans and ozone

To grasp.

The most potent love stories

Are also the most tragic.

Helen wouldn’t be so alluring

If you didn’t have to submerge a thousand Trojan ships

To cradle her in your arms

Juliet’s death—the fact that this was the price for Romeo’s idiotic lips

That devastation

Makes their love so radiant

That it is eternally preserved in allusions like these.

My mother always told me

That supermodels have the hardest time with men.

I think she meant it

To signify how I didn’t need a lover to justify my beauty

But now I truly comprehend it.

Models know they are worthwhile

They are vessels of desire

They are the ones who allow designer items to sell for thousands

Not the embroidered seal.

They maintain dignity

And comprehend that their hearts deserve only precious accompaniment.

So they battle for the men they can never conquer.

I’m just like them.

No, I’m not six feet tall

And my hips are so big you can probably get a GPS image of them off Google maps

I certainly don’t have perfect eyes or skin

But I have retained a sense of faith in myself

The belief that I am strong and entitled

So just like the models

I’m going to terminate my existence

On an empty runway

Everybody looking

But no one really seeing

The product I’m desperately trying to sell.