Since we were little kids
Our parents told us stories
Of the age old princesses
And they're wonderful stories
And the love that found them
And they didn't have to do anything
It was a fairytale kind of love for all of them
The kind that people wait lifetimes for
They wait and they wait and they
Hope and they pray
And one day all those hopes
All those prayers pay off
And they find everything they wanted
In their special person
Without even having to try
Because of those stories
We grew up with unrealistic expectations
Of what love and life is supposed to look like
But that's where the fantasy comes in
Princes don't ride in on steeds
Full of courage and bravery
To save us from towers and evil stepmothers
They don't come in and climb 50 feet using
Only an arrow and their hands and feet
To scale the tower to save the princess
Handsome princes don't wander through
The dark and scary woods
And come upon a princess
Only to kiss her cold dead lips
And bring her back to life
Princes don't fight dragons
Or entire kingdoms
They don't change their worst traits
To become a better man for a simple girl
They don't care to save her from her fear
They don't ride in with the hopes of
Saving their damsel in distress
Princes don't exist
Neither do princesses
Not like the ones in the stories
Princes are just men
And those men want what all men want
A warm place to put their parts
A pretty face they can show off
A lavishly dressed beauty
To make their friends jealous
And a trophy wife
To bring to social functions
Fairy tales aren't real for a reason
And the stories we were told as children
Don't quite measure to
To the real stories
The stories that were closer to
What reality would look like
But we aren't children anymore
And the dreams those stories built
Come crashing down
Sooner then expected
But at the right time for us
To be able to see the world
Without the rose tinted glasses
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Things to know
Poetrythis is a poetry book filled with poems that describe how I feel about myself, and some of them describe my relationships with some people, and the last few were just inspiration that hit and they came out on the paper
