Tonight I am lonely
So lonely I could fall
Out of a tree just for the ground
Tonight I am hurt
So hurt that I could fly
Into the nearest open arms
Tonight I am aching
Aching like the ocean
Who hates the pulling of the moon
Tonight I am a child
A child in my heart
Who doesn’t understand the world
Tomorrow I’ll be fine
Until one more tonight
Holds out his tired hands again
Only in fairy tales do people love you for what you are.
Only in fairy tales would someone ever love in a worthy way. Because in real
life, one can only expect to find incessant failure.
You have spent so much time telling me not to hope for the
impossible, that I only believe in the pathetic. I believe that all men will be
unfaithful, no ugly woman will be loved, none of us will be protected by a
loved one, and all of us will be sacrificed for their gain. I believe that the
older and harder I become, the lonelier I will be and the more alone I will
stay.
I spent so long hoping for Prince Philip, and finally
believe that he does not exist. But I have met Maleficent, and she is as real
as death. She rants and screams and injures until every heroine is too bound up
in sleep and thorns to escape.
Inside my heart I am Aurora. I am loving, beautiful, kind,
and full of hope. But I can’t even wake up from this ache long enough to see
how trapped I am. And even if I could, I would look in a mirror and realize
what everyone else has…
No idiot is going to fight a fire-breathing dragon and a
forest of deadly thorns just for a kiss from me.
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