You are so boring and practical my best friend whined
Practical is safe I replied
I do not believe in a prince coming to save me on a white steed
I do not believe in happy ever after
I remember once when I believed in those things and life had made me vomit those beliefs
Life had made me realize there was no such thing as a prince on a white steed in the end I was the only one who could save me
I waited for a prince desperately but no prince came Just frogs
Their webbed fingers groped me in places I wish they didn't
Their tongues wagged way too much and stretched lies before me
Their wary eyes searched for insects different insects
They croaked too loud
So forgive me when I say I don't believe in fairytales
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Poetry For The Broken
Poetrycollection of my written poetry if you are sad it might make you sadder
