She wasn't a princess
she didn't have a tiara, she didn't have a castle.
but she believed in happily ever after.
wasn't that allowed?
{{enter the prince}}
he promises to protect her from m/o/n/s/t/e/r/s
and without a hesitation she believes him.
he's the monster
his eyes glitter like poison
his smirk cuts deeper than any sword.
she doesn't dwell on these things because he promised right?
tears fall down her cheeks like diamonds and he laughs
she's gone
her smile
her laugh
her sass
gone
one night he creeps into her arms
he kisses each of her scars and tells her he loves her
she doesn't notice the knife in his hands.
she doesn't see the blood blossom around her head.
maybe she is a princess after all with her new tiara.
the prince caresses her as she cries in pain.
"I'm sorry, I had to," he whispers.
she's dying,
she isn't scared
she isn't angry
she's tired
the battle is over and all she wants to do is sleep.
was it wrong that she yearned for a happy ending?
she's a sleeping beauty, if only true love's kiss would work.