Once upon a time, you were my everything
my day, my night, my dreams, the air in my lungs, the warmth in my bed
I told myself fairytales of us
wrote you poems for your lunchbox, browsed rings to ask your hand in marriage
buried my reality in pretty blue eyes forgetting some stories have more than one antagonist
for years, you had consumed me
a dragon outside my castle disguised as a prince
plucking friends, saviors, would-be lovers off the path, swallowing them whole
a resentful guard holding me prisoner in the tower
until happily ever after, you burned it all down
About the Creator
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also pledge your support or give them a one-off tip, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Keep reading
More stories from Kay Husnick and writers in Poets and other communities.
I want to grow
I want to grow and I’m going to grow. I’m not going to be this version of myself anymore and you won’t know who I become. You won’t talk to her, or be by her side as she goes through life— you won’t know her. Her heart won’t even remember the small moments that’ve clung to it for so long. I’ll watch her embrace a new life that has nothing to do with you, and there won’t be a space waiting like there has been for far too long.
By Aathavi Thanges4 days ago in Psyche
Comments (4)
Oh, a very heartfelt one. The pain was inside the poem. Nice work!!!
I adore this!! The mix of reality and fantasy is perfect.
Fantastic poem ! I like your poem.
I love the play on fantasy being a trap, something to escape from rather than an escape itself. Amazingly done!