This is supposed to be my story book,
But you're ripping up the pages,
Always giving less than you took,
Running from love like it's contagious,
And so I chose a fairy tale with a callous prince,
Where I'm supposed to find love not fall alone,
But my story has just begun and I've been falling ever since,
Became besotted with a king who couldn't fit his crown,
A callow boy within a mellow frame,
Foolish was I to be deluded by such hollow words,
Like silent whips with impeccable aim,
Cutting through my usually unwavering guards,
Like walking over a river aflame,
Flames never kissed my fragile frame,
Yet the heat took its toll,
The warmth became addictive and hard to explain,
Ignorant to the burns accruing and deaf to counsole,
Princess perfect decorated with anxiety and turmoil.