Our Generation's Love Letter:

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

What happened to the romance you and Grandma had always said was true?

I’ll try to explain it as best I can,

Sorry not sorry that my phone,

As I talk,

Stays glued to my hand.

I’m guilty of needing to have this instant connection,

I need make sure the router knows my intention.

These lines someone reads about me laughing or speaking,

Are just lines on a phone that were never my own invention.

You see, so many things have been replaced.

The tones in voices,

The “absence makes the heart grow fonder” concept of space.

I’m never really apart from someone anymore,

I can see and hear them whenever I please.

AKA I get to decide if I want to text, call, or Facetime them,

And hopefully their reply occupies my five minute attention lease.

Our generation is so consumed with one another,

Yes, at least we got that aligned pretty well with the past,

But the things that we look at through a screen we hold for hours,

Does not count as a date if it’s just a rating of someone’s ass.

We can’t tell what you’re like through pictures or hints of your voice,

Hopefully one day you’ll say hi,

But why should that simple gesture make us rejoice?

People want flowers and dates and spontaneous rides,

And we’re not asking for much,

Or saying that you need to make us fly.

We have our own wings,

So don’t put your heavy boots on their tails.

We need romance to lift us up,

Not send us off the rails.

The comparisons, the cheating,

The hidden well, but exposed raw lies.

We’ve seen more tears in these past years,

From all the boys who claim it’s “just guys being guys.”

Tell that to your daughter one day,

As she looks you in the eye,

And she’s crying because she can’t understand,

Why that one special boy in her life had to lie.

Girls do it too, so here’s the game of who gets to be the victim?

The man that went off and cheated,

Or the girl who did the same thing with him?

And caring too much is sometimes not okay,

It is showing that you're human,

And how you are lucky to feel a certain, passionate way.

We’re running in zig zags and no straight line,

No need to follow or repeat history,

But did romance really already run out of time?

Getting hurt is more common than getting to know,

Getting to know someone and how much you can both grow.

There are things we’ve just grown to accept,

But the lack of laughter that we hear as we see you is inept.

Be nice and know why you care,

Don’t just shrug and fake being fair,

Have a conversation and say it to their face,

And don’t make it seem like there always has to be a first place.

This is hypocritical- this piece of writing right here.

You don’t think I know that?

Guess what is on my mind before you ask me, if you even get a chance to.

The lives we live need more beauty face-to-face: we do.