Do I chase
or do I run?
Do I hide
Or do I seek?

What happened to those fairy tales?
Those knights of old,
Those gentleman so bold.

It’s only in the movies I said,
It’s only in the books I’ve read.
There are no fairy tale endings anymore.

There are no damsels in distress,
No longer okay to be weak.
No longer okay to be meek.

There are no knights in shinning armour.
Chivalry is dead
Individuality deceased.

Romanticism was just a painting.
An 18th century joke.
To rally the oppressed and the yoke.

It’s pointless to go on wishing,
For that man that can read your mind.
There is no sense in feigning interest
And consenting to being blind.

So I shall set down my feminine ****
Of dragons and unicorns,
And men so bold.

Move on and back to reality
And ingest the hypocrisy.
Take my flowers
My chocolates, and
“I love you” ‘ s
And live in harmony?

Cough! Cough!
Uh sorry
And live in my romantic fatality.