When I was little,
Fairy tales and ever afters
Filled my nights
To help me sleep.
Mommy and daddy's voices
were those of story tellers.
Telling the story
As if it were alive.
The story, somehow,
Crept into my dreams.
The story hollowed out my view
And influenced my thoughts.
It was like a virus,
Slowly spreading through my head,
Tightly gripping
My imagination.
Thoughts of royalty and magic
Were now parts of my dreams,
Making me the princess,
In hopes of meeting my prince.
It got me thinking or love at first sight
And true love's kiss.
That one day I'll fatefully meet
My prince charming.
But painstakingly so,
The dreams end there.
Eventually,
The wake up call happens,
And it dawns on you
That maybe,
Just maybe,
Your fairy tale ends there.
You are no longer the princess,
And love at first sight
Wasn't love.
And true love's kiss
Wasn't true.
That heartbreak
And one sided love
Was possible.
That maybe,
Just maybe,
You won't get your "happily ever after."
The happy ending
That you always dreamed of
Was just an illusion
Painted by tales
Of things beyond.
No matter how hard I tried,
Eating rotten apples,
Accidently dropping my shoes,
Pricking my finger with a needle,
Singing in the sea,
Befriending a beast,
Or falling for a thief,
None of it changed.
I did not meet my "prince charming".
I did not get my "happily ever after".
I did not get my fairy tale dream.
So I thank those stories
For all the heartbreak.
For all the love
That I thought was true.
It was never simply love,
It was just conclusions
Of my diluted delusions.
That love was true.
But in all honesty,
Reality was a dread
Because in real life,
True love doesn't seem to exist.
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~The Things I've Written When No One Was Looking~
PoetryI was just a normal girl who wrote about the unlimited possibilities of stories and poems. Whatever came to mind. Getting inspired by daily things in life and turning it into an unexpected tale or just to straighten out the confused jumbled up feeli...
