as a child,
my mother would read me fairytales
and all i ever wanted
was to be a princess
a princess who’s voice made flowers bloom in barren land,
who had honey combs in her words
and roses blooming in her bloodstream
a princess
who’s prince would always come to save her
but as i grew older i realized
that i was a normal girl
and normal girls only become princesses in fairytales
but still i waited in my tower,
for years and years,
waiting for my prince to come save me,
for someone to slip a glass slipper on my foot
or kiss me awake from my 100-year sleep
and i thought my prince had found me,
had come to save me
with hidden kisses and starlight dances
but it wasn't long before he realized
that i wasn't the princess he had dreamed of
and he wanted to see if my flowers were beautiful enough for his garden
so he cut open my wrists,
exposed the roses in my blood
to evil queens and the monsters in the forest
and ever since
my honeycombs are cracked and empty
my flowers are dead
and i know prince charming is never coming to save me
because princes only save princesses
and i am not a princess