Fairy-tale Love (Patreon)

First things first, I wanna thank you guys for taking an interest in my poems, I'm not the best and I dont know much about writing it but I like to try every now an then even though I dont know anything technical about writing poetry lol, this one is my most recent one and it's one of my favorites.Also fair warning...none of my poems are happy lol!!enjoy!!

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I want a story of true love.

I want a fairy tale romance so desperately.

Why can't that exist for me?

I've never wanted something more.

All my life, longing.

Each time in my grasp, turned sour. 

Rotting at the touch. 

A fraud. Soiled. Corrupt.

Every story, every tale outside the books ends with despair.

As a child, my parents were living proof of its existence.

Childhood friends, together from the start, a true romance. 

Happily ever after. Just a child would think. 

Just what I was.

Growing up, my dream, my hope, my flower, wilted, watching in silence as the world turned cruel. My fairy tale books were propaganda? Fueling a childish dream that never existed outside of the paper bindings. But instead a reality built off lies, cheats, nonconsensuals and teenage pregnancy.

Something I treasured for so long, snatched from beneath me. 

A fraud, soiled and corrupt.

Why can't this be real? My dream...

My hope, my flower, this fairy tale love.

Bitterness, resentment, hate and anger took its place. 

This dream is nothing but a childish fantasy. Reality was cruel.

Deep down.. the childish fantasy prayed to be proven wrong. Deep down, it hoped, pleading, begging for this fairy tale love.

A story of true love.

A new hope, from far away lands, he came.

Swept off my feet, happiness and love.

Pure, and beautiful, this fairy tale love.

Young, and naive.

Co-dependent, and isolated. 

This is my true love. Delusional.

This is the one. Denial.

I am happy. Lies.

True for a brief time, but that pure and beautiful love was gone.

Not for me, however.

Every story, every tale outside the books ends in despair.

Time took its toll, trying to fix something that was unknowingly broken. 

Sufferings without knowing the reason.

Doubts, pain, neglect, anxiety.

This is my true love story.

A fraud, soiled, corrupt.

A love story without being loved, unaware for far too long.

Lies, cheats, distance, codependents, and fear.

Why can't this be real? My dream...

My hope, my flower, this fairy tale love I yearn for. Reality is cruel.

Pain, suffering, fear, anxiety and depression took its place.

This dream is nothing but a childish fantasy. Wilting.

I couldn't fathom someone else, but he came. 

Fearful, hurt and damaged, the two of us.

Similar in the worst of ways, swept off my feet.

Happiness and love, understanding and care.

This time, done right.

Pure and beautiful, this fairy-tale love.

More realistic, and careful

Fearful and burdensome

Every story, every fairy tale outside the books ends in despair.

This is true love. Depression.

I am happy. Anxiety.

True for a brief time but that pure and careful love was gone.

Without warning, torn away, unforgiving.

Pain, shock, confusion.

Trying to fix something I wasn't allowed to. Cast away.

Unwilling to let go, suffering. 

Selfless, allowing attackers to keep attacking.

This is true love. Unconditional.

Feelings unchanging, reaching out for my love. My fairy-tale dream. My hope. My flower.

A fraud, soiled and corrupt. Wilted again.

A love story so skewed and rotting, unable to let go of the memory of what was. 

A hope, a dream, unyielding. 

Consuming, driving, unthinking seize the chance.

Not once, but twice.

No matter the agony and corruption.

This is true love. Unconditional and one sided.

I want a story of true love.

I want a fairy tale romance so desperately.

Is this how it exists for me?

I've never wanted anything more.

All my life, longing.

Every story, every fairy tale outside the books ends in despair.

That is how it exists for me.

My dream, my hope, my flower...

Wilted.