When I was a child, I dreamt of Prince Charming emerging from my dreams and rescuing me. He would fall in love with one look, and so would I, and then we would be married, and we'd stay together until we died. But all the princesses were beautiful, and here was where I thought I lacked, and all the princes, like you, were handsome, that only pretty damsels could attract. So you came, and with you, all those pretty dreams of rainbows and starlit skies and romance; a modern-day Romeo, a true white knight. You couldn't be wrong. I had to be right. And desperately, I try to reach you, though Rapunzel is letting down her hair and all her charm; she was born a princess, meant to be rescued; I'm just a Cinderella, not worthy to have a prince on my arm. And now we struggle between ourselves, she fighting without knowing it; winning without knowing it, and you are being sucked in by her power, falling for her poison, While I slowly die without showing it. This is the truth behind "happily ever after": Cinderella never marries the prince, because he is too high above her. So there go my dreams of being rescued. There go my hopes of romance and love. And yet, I can't wake from this sleep, from the lonely tower I'm now prisoner of.
© Danielle Dixon, 2015