“Happy Sweet 16th!” they said.
But how come sixteen isn’t all that sweet.
It’s more like bitterness from my thoughts,
And sourness from your ‘love’.
And I wish I was 9 again–
Thinking and believing that sixteen would be a dream;
A dream I lived now that was more of a nightmare.
16 was the age when all of it came to an end.
When I realized happily ever afters did not exist in this princess’ fairy tale.
I didn’t think this day would come so soon.
I’ve always wished that I could be that princess for you.
You have no idea.
To me, you were worth more than diamonds on my crown
And stacks of gold bars treasured in a vault.
I don’t think anybody has ever loved you the way I did.
And there you are–
Riding on a horse with your hair in the wind
And arms wrapped around your waist
By another girl
On the back seat.
And suddenly I no longer feel like a princess,
But rather the dirt being galloped upon
By you and her.
I’d search lands for another Prince Charming.
But I know in my heart that I was never really a princess.
I was only a damsel in distress–
Locked up in a castle,
Years waiting and waiting to be rescued
Who turns out
To not be you.
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