Prince Charming burps. Prince Charming farts. Prince Charming even swears. Prince Charming doesn’t always smell of sexy cologne. Sometimes he plain stinks. At times, Prince Charming won’t want to talk much after a strenuous day at work. Sometimes when Prince Charming doesn't talk, there's actually nothing going on in his brain. He isn't thinking of you, the argument you had 23 days ago or the new Audi R8.
Prince Charming is not a machine, and hell, even the best of machines break down and require updates. He needs his Wii time. He unwinds by screaming at the TV, watching two grown men beat the shit out of each other. Sometimes Prince charming can’t pick up your hints. Don’t be angry at him because he doesn’t live inside your mind or when you say you’re okay, he actually believes you. Sometimes Prince Charming wants to hear you say “I love you” instead of saying it first. Prince Charming may not be as emotional as you’d like him to be but he’ll let you in more than anyone else.
Prince Charming raises his voice when he’s angry but give him a break; you go through your bitchy moments too that may or may not involve a tampon or sanitary towel and a dozen chocolate bars. Prince Charming doesn’t always say the right things because, believe it or not,your relationship isn't based on a Freddie Prinz Jr movie script. Prince Charming attempts to provide logical solutions to any problems you may have. It’s his instinctual method of helping, even though you only want him to listen. Ask him to merely listen. He can’t help it; all men subconsciously compete with Superman.
Prince Charming can’t save you or fix the emotional trauma your parents inflicted upon you. Prince Charming can't erase the memories of you being bullied because you still kept your "puppy fat" in High school and still had your "puppy fat" at your graduation ceremony. The Cinderella story is a lie. He can hold your hand but can't walk instead of you. Learn not only to stand on your own two feet but to run too. Oh, and by the way, Prince Charming isn’t really a prince. He’s just a man who loves you.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
The Wrong Girl
Tonight I felt the hit
of a hand I already knew
If only I was warned, before I
exposed every flake of my skin
It must have felt right at the time?
That kiss on my forehead wasn’t a lie
But I’m not enough to erase
the pain of her demise
And a one way ticket you left behind
It must have felt happy at the time?
That place that we danced in wasn’t a lie
But I’m not shiny enough to be
thrown into your lonely wishing well
Maybe you’ll see me for a moment or two
Another regret that dangles on your arms
I am the wrong girl that felt right at the time
And I can’t embrace you without whithering again
Only because you are more a blessing,than a tragedy
of a hand I already knew
If only I was warned, before I
exposed every flake of my skin
It must have felt right at the time?
That kiss on my forehead wasn’t a lie
But I’m not enough to erase
the pain of her demise
And a one way ticket you left behind
It must have felt happy at the time?
That place that we danced in wasn’t a lie
But I’m not shiny enough to be
thrown into your lonely wishing well
Maybe you’ll see me for a moment or two
Another regret that dangles on your arms
I am the wrong girl that felt right at the time
And I can’t embrace you without whithering again
Only because you are more a blessing,than a tragedy
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