Misguided Princess

A poem about deception of love and the pain of living in fairytales

You were the first I said, “I love you”

It was an honor, privilege for you to get those first words

I dreamed of white horses and men with swords

And you were the closest I got to a Prince Charming

If only you would had swept me off my feet

Instead, I was a Cinderella without her carriage

With both slippers still on, and the clock already is twelve

You were unexpected, and I was slowly realizing that

I was the sweet, timid naïve girl

You knew how to play your cards right

Get her to share her biggest fantasies

Then catch her when she is unaware

Instead of rescuing me from my tower

You pushed me out the window and I fell to my death

“I love you, but I don’t want to be with you.”

Those words cut me like a sword on my heart

How could I take back those three words?

How could I take back the pain?

But I was stuck in my delusion, that you were the one

I would had followed you anywhere, but that wasn’t for you

Don’t leave me. I’m the only man you need, you said

If only I knew what those words would do to me

You held me captive in your dungeon, locked up the keys

And when I escaped, to find another Prince Charming

A w***e was muttered out of your mouth

I was not your princess to be, your wife in the making

I was your obedient slave, the miserable servant

Like all fairytales, you were the villain all along

There was never a Prince Charming, but a scam at best

Who took my heart and banished it out of my body

I wish I could take back my days stowed away with you

I wish I could take back those three words

You aren’t my Prince and this isn’t a fairytale

All that lies is a book of bullshit and one misguided princess

 

 

Author's Note

This poem is based off of real feelings and a real relationship