My heart flutters
Like it is supposed to
I was told so –
In my bedtime stories
And fairy tales.
You look at me
A clichéd damsel in distress
Waiting for you
To come, be my saviour
For if it weren’t for you
And for fairy god mother who made a shoe
That would help you find me
I would have died by choking on an apple
I smile and look good
Because opinions don’t suit a princess
And mumma always called me a “princess”
But princesses need kisses to survive.
Because men are frogs and beasts
Beauties are supposed to find good in
And I would still be asleep
If it wasn’t for my knight-in-shining-armor.
I talk to a mirror (or today, instagram)
For validation of my good looks
And my long, silky hair
Are requirements if I want to find love.
Don’t get me wrong –
I love pretty men
And endings where my favourite character manages to live
But I would like to write those endings myself
And these won’t involve a shoe
Or seven short men
And definitely not a kiss
I am my own fairy tale.