a life in words

don't give me a prince

everyone likes to talk about their prince charming 

their blonde headed, blue eyed guy

buff, strong, and never cries 

their perfect version of their "i do" 

in a poofy dress, next to you 

their perfect marriage, perfect kids, never any problems 

where "we're okay" is a common phrase 

where the smiles seem all too fake 

but what would you say 

if i didn't want your prince charming 

i didn't want your blonde headed, blue eyed guy

i wanted your chocolate brown, that matches mine 

i wanted your blue gray that looks almost like an ocean at war with itself 

i don't want your "pretty boy" mask

i want the side of you that is broken 

i want to hear your voice crack when you talk about things that break your heart 

i don't want perfect

i want to know that you're human 

i want to know that you hurt 

i don't want you to tell me "i'm okay" if you're not 

i want the you that no one else sees

i want the tear stained cheeks 

the heavy breathing 

the messy hair  

i don't want perfect

i don't want a prince to sweep me off my feet

i want you 

every single beautiful, broken piece of you