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What if the little princess in you can't love him back?
#WritcoPoemPrompt104
You were in search of the prince charming,
Like in the fairy tales to pull you out of miseries.
Perfection! is what you were looking for…..
How did you land up here?
Pain: lately, you have been quite acquainted with it.
Dying a thousand times and burying the unspoken truths,
Flashing at the cruel shrug and hundreds of fleeting moments at the schoolyard,
Where your pals termed you as the FAT COW with that guilt-free smirk,
Or, when your bros swindle your innocence by squeezing your ass in a private room,
And the accusation in the eyes of your kin when you told them what happened.
And the churned despairs of all the incubus men you seem to let into your body, mind, heart, and soul,
You Learned you didn’t have anything that could mold a beast into a prince.
You seem to realize that amidst all the fairytales you wrapped yourself like a blanket around, it’s the cold that you sought, it’s the fear that you craved.
And, who’s to blame here?
The gulf between you and your pals brought comfort to be a skeptic of fairy tales.
But, little did you realize that the stories of fairy tales were buried deep beneath you like poison.
As the little princess in you awaited the arrival of your Prince Charming to save you from the unfairness of everything.
And then right there, when you thought it’s for the best to disappear,
You met him, you knew deep in your heart that he is heavenly to be true,
And when his touch squish the entrails in you, you let your guard down,
Cos’ you fancied for his strength to lift you.
Dwelling in the Lala land of syncing your reality with the little princess’s fantasies of the perfect love story, you feel the warmth, you feel the love that you have been bounty hunting in the wrong place.
But it is the cold that you seek
To turn it into warmth
To melt the iceberg
To fill the void
That makes you feel empty
To find peace within.
To ultimately realize that the Prince charming and incubus are the same men...
And that you don’t get a happy ending unless you love both of them.
Didn’t the little girl in you desire to be loved?
Didn’t she wish to be crowned by him?
Didn’t she seek this?
Didn’t she ask for it?!
Didn't she ask for it?
Then say that you can live with it, say that you love him,
As Biases will just drown you in the same world of miseries that you outgrew,
Say Thank you.
But... What if the little princess in you can’t love him back?
© eku_writes
You were in search of the prince charming,
Like in the fairy tales to pull you out of miseries.
Perfection! is what you were looking for…..
How did you land up here?
Pain: lately, you have been quite acquainted with it.
Dying a thousand times and burying the unspoken truths,
Flashing at the cruel shrug and hundreds of fleeting moments at the schoolyard,
Where your pals termed you as the FAT COW with that guilt-free smirk,
Or, when your bros swindle your innocence by squeezing your ass in a private room,
And the accusation in the eyes of your kin when you told them what happened.
And the churned despairs of all the incubus men you seem to let into your body, mind, heart, and soul,
You Learned you didn’t have anything that could mold a beast into a prince.
You seem to realize that amidst all the fairytales you wrapped yourself like a blanket around, it’s the cold that you sought, it’s the fear that you craved.
And, who’s to blame here?
The gulf between you and your pals brought comfort to be a skeptic of fairy tales.
But, little did you realize that the stories of fairy tales were buried deep beneath you like poison.
As the little princess in you awaited the arrival of your Prince Charming to save you from the unfairness of everything.
And then right there, when you thought it’s for the best to disappear,
You met him, you knew deep in your heart that he is heavenly to be true,
And when his touch squish the entrails in you, you let your guard down,
Cos’ you fancied for his strength to lift you.
Dwelling in the Lala land of syncing your reality with the little princess’s fantasies of the perfect love story, you feel the warmth, you feel the love that you have been bounty hunting in the wrong place.
But it is the cold that you seek
To turn it into warmth
To melt the iceberg
To fill the void
That makes you feel empty
To find peace within.
To ultimately realize that the Prince charming and incubus are the same men...
And that you don’t get a happy ending unless you love both of them.
Didn’t the little girl in you desire to be loved?
Didn’t she wish to be crowned by him?
Didn’t she seek this?
Didn’t she ask for it?!
Didn't she ask for it?
Then say that you can live with it, say that you love him,
As Biases will just drown you in the same world of miseries that you outgrew,
Say Thank you.
But... What if the little princess in you can’t love him back?
© eku_writes
