I wish that fairytales were real
because that would mean that
dreams really do come true
just because you will them too
and patiently wait for them to happen
and everyone gets a happy ending,
But that’s just not the case.
Love is a sham
and the more you believe in it,
the more you’ll get hurt.
then again, if you don’t believe in love,
the world reveals it’s cold self,
and it’s miserable living there,
but so is living in a constant state
where you believe that any day now
you’re fairytale will come true
and your prince will finally love you.
Go ahead and pick you poison:
reality or an apple.
That’s a long time.
That’s how long I was waiting.
Waiting for you to notice me.
Waiting for you to see me.
Waiting for you to say you love me.
Waiting for you to hear me cry myself to sleep,
maybe on just one of those nights
and to ask me what was wrong.
That’s 3,287 chances you had
and you didn’t use any of them.
So now here we are.
You want to make amends
and try to make it up to me for
all the times you ignored me
when I needed you most;
when you were all that I needed.
But you have damaged me.
I cannot be fixed.
I cannot be retaught that I deserve love
after all the times you showed me I did not.
No one loves me,
And I honestly think no one ever will.
I can’t keep telling myself this,
But I can’t stop either.
I can’t tell myself that it will be okay, that
That tomorrow will be different
When tomorrow never is.
I can’t pretend someone loves me
Because it only hurts more
When reality sets in
And I have to face the truth.
No one loves me,
And I can’t change that.
I can’t ask someone to love me
When I know the answer already.
Why set myself up for failure.
If someone loves me,
They would have told me by now,
And I wouldn’t have to spend
Another night alone,
Crying into my pillow
Hoping my heart will stop
So that the tears finally end.
Being in love is such a freeing thing,
But only when felt by both parties.
I have no freedom to whom I love.
I am a slave to love.
It has a hold on me.
And I am stuck in my state.
I can’t love all I want,
but I won’t be free until I’m loved back
And that just won’t be happening,
Not in this lifetime.
Looking into your eyes
Is like looking at the sun.
I can look for a few seconds
So I know what they look like,
But if I look for much longer,
I’ll end up getting hurt.