They say he’s out there.
My prince.
Maybe in a hoodie,
maybe in a crown.
Maybe late.
Definitely confusing.

He’s not on a horse.
He’s probably on his phone.
Scrolling,
not knowing I’m waiting
like a plot twist.

I don’t want saving,
just someone who sees me
like I’m not background noise.

So I wait.
With sarcasm,
lip gloss,
and slightly too much hope.