"Happy Ending"
I learned to stop wearing my heart on my sleeve
At quite a young age
While other little girls were growing up
And playing house
Going out with their mothers
Loving and being loved by their fathers
I was getting used to being alone
Becoming comfortable with silence
Learning to stop trying
Because I never was going to be enough anyways
I stopped being bright eyed
I stopped looking up
I stopped having hope
I stopped trying to love
Because for me
Love was an impossibility
A daydream that could NEVER be achieved
The cruelty of the world
Could only be drowned
By the magic of other ones.
And so I read.
And read.
So much so that I do not exist
Without a book in my hand
Or a story in my heart.
Correction!
Someone else's story.
A story already written
A battle already won
Demons already triumphed over
And a happily ever after already granted.
I clutch so tightly
To stories that aren't mine
I'm afraid
I can no longer tell you the stories that belong to me.
If you asked...
I doubt I could
Not that you'd ask anyways
Who would want to hear stories of a girl
Who was never enough
Who is never enough
Who will never be enough.
A girl so whisked away by fairytales that she dreams of being in one
Who wants to hear
The tale of a heartbroken girl
Who just wants love
Who just wants a story
Who just wants a happy ending of her own?
YOU ARE READING
All The Words I Couldn't Say
PoetryA book of poetry. Essentially a rant book in poetry form that is for everyone except the person who needs to hear it. I apologize for excessive amounts of depression, this is how I cope with my everyday life.
