Mr. Right

Every time I meet my knight in shining armor

He gets on his horse and leaves.

Am I not deserving of my Prince Charming?

Because as soon as I begin to feel like a queen

It seems like I’m dealing with a heartbreak just as quick.

But him...

He looks at me with so much amazement

And that’s not something I am not used to.

He compliments me every chance that he has

And that’s not something I am used to either.

He calls me randomly just to see if I’m okay.

And when he goes out to get food, he calls to see if I’m hungry too.

Just the fact that I was on your mind means something.

Something I’m not used to.

He gets out the car,

Walks around,

And opens the door for me.

When we’re walking down the street, he looks down at me and says.

“What side of me should you be on? My left or right?”

I just laugh and walk away from the street to his other side.

Does chivalry still exist?

It must.

I was overwhelmed.

Trying to figure out why he was so nice to me.

It seemed too good to be true.

I told my friends, something wasn’t right

Because nobody is this nice.

But they said I needed to let someone be good to me for a change,

Because that’s what I deserve right?

But I kept my guard up because I already know what they’re capable of.

I’ve seen it one too many times.

But it was hard.

Because the little things he did differently made me think differently.

He was showing me something no one else had.

A true gentleman.

And I realized that I was only pushing him away out of fear.

Someone wants to take care of me yet I go for the ones I know are no good for me.

This poem is about: 
Me

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