Tuesday, August 11, 2009

I once saw a rainbow

Crooning on my STEREO: Almost lover by A Fine Frenzy

I once believed in fairy tales, that a tale was indeed a metaphor of reality and happiness was not just a story. They all could be real.

Then I looked in the mirror, that this wretched girl was not a princess but an ordinary girl. Less average than any ordinary girl.

There were no horse carriages, no glass slippers, no castles in the clouds. There were no birds singing and there were no animals who could speak.

The only thing that was real was love. And I do love. I am a good person. And because I am unable to hurt anyone else, I am only capable of hurting myself. Without the knowledge that I may be hurting others- which is my fault.

So my Prince gave up hope. When I believed that true love was all about never giving up on the people you love the most.

As he is peacefully asleep, I lie tearfully awake with a broken heart looking up to the sky.

A part of me tells me that life no longer has any meaning. When my heart has every capacity to love but been broken too many times by those I love the most. They lose hope in me but never in their past.

Maybe I was wrong because i loved unconditionally.

And I would gently ask that by all natural causes:

may I sleep happily ever after.