Happy Ending

How did I get here?

 

I was promised so much paradise but

how did I find myself

choking of the remains of ashy promises.

I was promised so much gold at the end

of the rainbow but here I am digging through rocks.

 

Was I lied to?

 

Was I so naive that I braved the thorns just to feel

the softness of the roses.

Was I so lonely that I fought through the storm

just to feel the warmth of a not-so single flame?

Was I so weak that I allowed myself to be choke-slammed

just so you could be my world champion?

 

This is not how it’s supposed to end.

 

The fairy tales never mentioned this.

They spoke of ballgowns and tiaras not

shredded innocence and broken souls.

The credits rolled after the kiss but this

just a horror movie with my misery as a sequel.

 

My happy ending is missing a few parts.

It’s missing the kiss in the rain because

I am thirsting for comfort.

It’s missing slow song because I am

yearning to move.

It’s missing the proclamation of love

because I can no longer hear your voice.

 

My happy ending is missing the happy.