Dear Ex (part one)

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Dear, Ex

Snow white had her prince charming, Bella had her beast, Cinderella had her prince and I. Had. YOU.
You were my prince harming, my beast and I thought I was your princess.

Sleeping beauty had her knight that saved her from the curse, Snow White had her prince charming that brought her back to life with just ONE kiss and Cinderella had her prince that swept her off her feet and gave her a happy ever after but you didn't fight for me when I needed you to be my knight, you didn't save me when I was drowning  into an enchanted forest, you didn't brought me back to Life when I needed breathing with your kiss and you totally didn't swept me off my feet or gave me happiness but you did a good job of showing me how sorrow, lonesome, rejection and heartbreak feels like.
YOU. BROKE. ME.
You left me with a dark hole in my heart, you left me with nothing but hatred not toward you but toward myself, for being stupid enough to let you in.
You made me a broken Cinderella,  a melting snow white, a lifeless sleeping Beauty. You had cursed my heart into endless sleep that only be cured with a true love kiss but you took that a long with you.

You let me fall down deep and drawn with heartbreak and all you cared about was yourself, nobody else but you but of course this is no fairytale, I was no princess and there was no knight shining armor but that doesn't mean that a girl can't dream about being a princess, in her own castle with her own true love. Yet you claim you love me?
If you love me, you wouldn't have walk away from me like I was a stop sigh that everybody stops by and walk away but I do thank you for opening my eyes, for making me realise that love is not something to mess with, for waking me up from my fantasy.  So thank you because if it wasn't for you, I would've stayed blind. Thank you for opening my eyes, for teaching me the true meaning of love. Pain

Thank you,

Sincerely,
Miss Moving on

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I wrote this when I was still a fresh man in high school

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