How did I get here?
I was promised so much paradise but
how did I find myself
choking of the remains of ashy promises.
I was promised so much gold at the end
of the rainbow but here I am digging through rocks.
Was I lied to?
Was I so naive that I braved the thorns just to feel
the softness of the roses.
Was I so lonely that I fought through the storm
just to feel the warmth of a not-so single flame?
Was I so weak that I allowed myself to be choke-slammed
just so you could be my world champion?
This is not how it’s supposed to end.
The fairy tales never mentioned this.
They spoke of ballgowns and tiaras not
shredded innocence and broken souls.
The credits rolled after the kiss but this
just a horror movie with my misery as a sequel.
My happy ending is missing a few parts.
It’s missing the kiss in the rain because
I am thirsting for comfort.
It’s missing slow song because I am
yearning to move.
It’s missing the proclamation of love
because I can no longer hear your voice.
My happy ending is missing the happy.