A matter of convenience

Growing up 

You're told this story

You see it everywhere

Perpetuated

Repeated

Until it's part of our collective unconscious.

It's one of my favourite.

Albeit I find myself often alone in my belief in it.

The one that says 

People

Will do everything they can

And can't do

For the one they love.

Reality though 

Is often 

Disappointing.

'lovers betray', Charles said in the poem I carry on my back.

The hard truth is

People do care 

A lot, actually.

Not for others, but

Mostly, 

About themselves.

As they should, I guess

Especially the ones

With good reason.

Things 

Become 

Or

Are

A matter a convenience.

And Love,

Oh

Love is the biggest inconvenience there is.