#happyendings
disney was a store
who packed me gifts
labelled with
a happy ever after
but they forgot
such spells doesn't work
in reality anymore
it becomes a curse
who force me
to give up
my rights
because
i
chose
to be a
different
princess
than their traditional ones
Dec 31, 2022
Dec 31, 2022 at 2:23 AM UTC
I can no longer relate to the vengeful breakup songs on the radio.
But I can’t relate to the ones about love.
So what am I related to?
In the movies, when two people go spinning apart,
they always come back together in a crescendo
and a last kiss,
before the screen goes black.
But we didn’t get that.
I didn’t run in a baby blue dress to your door
at the same time that you opened it
and immediately everything was better.
We just continued to break,
and break,
and break.
Now we are ash and dust,
remnants of a lost love scattered to the wind.
We do not get a sparkling, happy ending.
Instead, you won’t accept the blame
and I’m trying my best to move on.
I guess it just wasn’t us.
You were not the answer to my question
and I did not belong in your melody.
I know there will never be a day that I can fit into your song.
I can live with that,
but can you?
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 11:11 PM UTC
I never believed in happy endings
My life was insipid until I met you
I first slept by the ocean under the stars with you
Once tangled in blue, I am now tangled with you
You filled the cracks in my skin with vibrant colours
And healed all my bruises with a simple touch
With you, my life is full of surprises and wonders
I am so full of love now, there's no space for any hatred or grudge
Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 9:29 AM UTC
I never believed in happy endings
Because they never really seemed to exist
Not until I met you
Not until you made me believe, and I couldn’t resist
Resist you and me. We were so impossible
Never did I know, I’d love you with all my heart
And you’d love me too, for who I am
But now that we do, I can delightedly say that you are my life and not just a part.
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 11:41 PM UTC
We’re only allowed to write happy endings,
but we were also required to write only the truth.
With that said, I guess I am a liar,
for I only write happy endings.
Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 9:21 PM UTC
Our love is a story with a semicolon. We might have stopped writing it, but that doesn’t mean it’s done.-Lucia Airo
Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 6:26 PM UTC
Her eyes sparkle
I'm not her
The way her body curves mesmerises you
I'm not her
No matter how hard I try
I'll never be her
But that doesn't mean
I don't deserve more
I'm my own person
The world is at my feet
So watch me flourish without you
You lost me, but it wasn't my loss
Finally free from your grasp
I'm not her
I'm honestly happy
I'm not her
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 12:29 PM UTC
They all have happy endings.
Queens and Kings
Princes and Princesses,
brave Heroes and fulfilled dreams.
I wish I have one too
Someone of pure heart and so true
who will give me my happily-ever-after,
a life with less sadness and more laughter.
That's what I wished for when I was a child
when I still had a heart so mild
Then it changed when I started loving Princes and Kings
coz my heart became part of their other broken things.
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 11:03 AM UTC
then time took you away
leaving nothing but broken things
our promises. our future.
Me.
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 1:16 AM UTC
"And they lived Happily Ever After."
how clique
is what we think whenever we hear or see a happy ending in a book, movie or even in real life
yet when they don't get their happy ending why do we cry and wish it could be the other way?
how iconic huh?
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 3:34 AM UTC
*Even when I know they're but unfinished stories,
accepted pain and acknowledged sorrys,
virtual realities reflected from mirrors of a lost paradigm
and engineered metaphorically vocalized pantomime
even when I know that they're not the end of the road
(that there're even many more miles to walk)
or even blossoms of life within a spectral pod
but merely a beautiful view of the vast and
rough ocean from the calm of a floret mental dock
through tinted glasses in pink of perception with utmost optimism
a fairy born of refraction through a phantasmal prism
even when the universe disputes the truism of a magic wand
I still fantasize about holding your hand
and matching with you through thick and thin
for better for worse, against the torrents from foe and keen
in turbulence of rage and storms of tears till we find laughter
until the bruises of souls and hearts shattered find mending
in the enema of our blending so we can have a happy ending
even when I know forever and for always is just a true lie
and we are likely to more than anything make us cry,
I still believe in pulchritudinous endings, in happily ever after
in you and I, in the beauty of wilting roses and those in the rain
in sticking together through the pleasure and pain...
Even when I know love is just a word,
we can lend it every meaning we've ever dreamed
I still believe in real romance, in the broken being fixed
in forever being now and now being forever
in never saying never, in you and I
truth or lie, do or die... roads and bendings
long as it's with you, I believe in Happy endings...*
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 7:58 AM UTC
I wasn't really looking for an answer,
But the look in your eyes explained everything…
That infectious passion of yours easily leads me in your world...
Though I'm not sure if I'm ready to enter...
Nor sure enough if I'm allowed to do so…
So take a step forward & give me a hint...
I can't solve this riddle alone,
Nor walk into this maze by my own…
Let us build our hopes together...
‘Cause it's either now or never…
Be my other half for eternity...
Allow our hearts to unite forever…
Let our souls flow into each other,
And our brains combine into one another…
When and if our thoughts fly up so high,
Is when we both shall live happily ever after...
Sat. 23rd June 2012
Kawther Alkhabbaz.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 9:28 AM UTC
the sickest part
about realizing you are in love with someone
is figuring out that
they don't have to love you back
we believe that
the person that we hold closest to us
should hold onto us just as tightly
sometimes they can't
because they are too busy
holding onto someone else
who isn't holding them back either
and the trend goes on forever.
so after all of this, here i am
sitting on the edge of another strangers bed
coughing up all the 'i love you's that were said to me
but never meant for me
i realize now that curses don't always unbreak
the past is tied to you
like cinder blocks around your ankles
and pressing hard against your chest
like the weight of his other woman
your true loves kiss
wont fix a **** thing
if the love isnt mutual
lately ive learned that
it is sometimes better when you get stuck
kissing your own wounds
and sometimes is always
i never believed that i was somebody
that someone else could love again
thank you for proving me right
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC
Somewhere deep in the darkness lies the truth
The untold story
The sad soul; you
Nowhere to run
This is it
You are awake
Face it
Embrace the pain
The shortness of breath
You are coming alive again
B r e a t h
Memories fade in and out
Love never quite grasped
The moments of what could have been flash each chipping away another piece of you
The fear you will never have another chance
But isn’t that the beauty of life
When you wake up and realize these tears of pain and sorrow
Let in the light
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 7:22 PM UTC
1. once upon a time, on this lone isle
Before you came along, I only knew the definition of "I" and thought happiness was a taste I'd never experience. My life was a monotonous routine of black-and-white I didn't want interrupted but I always wondered why nobody stayed after the first "hello". Maybe it was the way the grey clouds hung above my head, or the way I breathed in chemicals and toxic the same way they breathed in the morning air as it wakes up with them.
2. i only knew the color grey until i saw your smile
Then you came, barrelling in with the missing "you and" piece to add to my vocabulary in the palms of your hands. You added colours to my colourless days and my routine changed when I find myself turning around to see this wide-eyed child standing before me with that impish grin; I'd never forget that day. You drove the storm away with every footstep you took closer to me while the sun and clear, blue skies followed you around as if they're attached to you and I don't stop you.
3. suddenly love songs began to play
Somewhere along the lines of "my life changed because of you" came poems dedicated to you and my favorite was about the times cuddled up with you, feet tangled, under the bedsheets with your lips burning my skin with passion. Your voice was my lullaby every night and I was your shelter from the shadows. Little things like a peck on the forehead and a hug from the back followed by a light squeeze was better than romantic dinners or bouquets or roses.
4. i should've known your heart would stray
Your fingers would splay out to the open sky, wondering why we were unable to grasp at the world when my world was having your arms around my waist, chin resting on my shoulder and cheek pressed against mine. Maybe that was when I should've noticed you wanted to explore the galaxy but I was keeping you trapped within the chambers of my heart. I should've noticed how your heart began to wander and how the shadows from my fingertips began to strangle the sun in you.
5. our love is not meant for happy endings
The days were growing old and I found myself sinking back to the colourless days while you sat on my shelf along with the toys I used to play with as a child; battered, ***** torn and left to collect dust. I thought I faded back in the old days but for you, it was worse, you were forgotten even in the present. Tick tock, time flew by. I told you that I love you but you told me it sounded like I was saying goodbye and I don't tell you that yours sounded like an apology.
6. how do you say goodbye to the memories?
And maybe we loved at the wrong time, or maybe we're not right for each other. You never looked back and I'm trying to erase the memories from my mind but I think I may have used permanent marker instead of pencil because they refuse to be erased. Now there's something about the sky and how the grey clouds roll in the same time the wind whispers your name into my mind and the pitter-patter of the falling rain against my window reminds me of the time when I lost you.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC
They always thought that it was my last choice
I want to tell them no, but it seems like I don't have a voice
They told me that I'll grow up not having one
That I'll get my dream job, finish my studies, read all the novels and still in the line.
It's not my intention to give them motive
But they said that I'm always busy about my priority
What they don't know is I am searching too
Looking for someone that will love me like what others do.
I also wanted to be wanted
Sometimes I have this feeling of being haunted
I aw always dreaming for someone who can hold me
I am always praying for a fairy tale.
In my daydream I am always longing for a Prince Charming
No matter how busy I am in my priorities,
I'm still looking forward in the time when the GREEN LIGHT STOPS
The time that I can GO.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 4:43 AM UTC
Unappreciated, taken for granted, unwanted & thrown away
Disappointed & blindsided by lies
& unnecessary verbal abuses
Broken, badly bruised & forever scarred
Meaningless words were all you'd ever say
Have it your way, peace out with my deuces
For you, the decision wasn't even hard
But giving up on love forever, not even an option
I know my love is still wanted the feeling, once found again, is quite amazing
I'll be able to tell this time if it's real
There's no doubt at all
We'll skip right over an introduction
This is so memorable you can bet in my notebook it'll be jotted
I've finally caught what I've been chasing
& he's the one worth letting pass my built up wall
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
There were nightts where I'd sit in that window waiting for you to call, huddled under your hoodie because it was my safe haven. There were nights I'd stay up crying because I was too dumb to see you loved someone other than me.
Things changed.
I wasn't going to be a notch in your belt, I was more than that.
You told me I was worthless, you told me I was dumb, you told me I was stupid and I believed it all... Until he came along
A Friend Or A Lover?
My forever now just so happens to be your best friend, the man who was always there for me instead of you.
A man, not a boy.
There are nights where I lay snuggled up in his arms.
There are nights where I sit there with him and talk about our future, and he listens.
The nights are't the same, life isn't the same.
Love isn't the same.
It's better.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 7:25 PM UTC