Books and stories promised me a lot more
Than I ever got from you
With every page turned,
Another pledge was fed
To my youthful tongue.
You were supposed to decide
If my prince charming
Was really a prince
Or charming at all.
You were supposed to see past my mistakes
And supply wisdom to surpass them.
You were supposed to hold me so tight
That I would be reminded
Your heart,
Is also mine.

I was a child.
I believed that you could do no wrong.
But all you ever did was wrong.
You marked me with your words
Bruised me with your touch
Made me believe that I,
Was not worthy of your wisdom
That you sat high on a golden throne,
While I shined the steps,
That rose you up higher.

Strenuous years of wishing and waiting
Finally amounted
To a girl
Becoming a women
And realizing,
Books and stories promised me a lot more
But I could be a better writer