Happily Ever After

I wish the world

would quit

telling us

to wait,

and hope,

and pray,

that one day

Prince Charming

will ride in

on his white horse

to rescue us.

That our

saviour

will come,

sweep us off our feet,

and we'll live

happily ever after.

Stop

preaching

that we need

liberating

from our

mundane,

pitiful

existence.

That we are

only complete

in the arms

of another.

A sickening

self-fulfilling prophecy

of heroes and damsels.

We don't need

to be rescued.

I will be

my own

damn

hero.

I'll save

myself

from this

twisted narrative.

And I'll

love me

better than

anyone else

ever could...

Happily ever after.

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