Beck

Youusedtowrapyourselfinfairytaleslikeablanket.Butitwasthecoldyouloved.SharpshiversasyouuncoveredthecorpsesofBluebeard’swives.SweetergoosebumpsasPrinceCharmingslidoneglassslipperoveryourlittletoes,aperfectfit.Butbytheschoolyard,realprincessesfloatedbyyouonfallwinds.Yousawthegulfbetweenyouandtherichgirls,andvowedtostopbelievinginfairytales.Butthestorieswereinyou,deepaspoison.IfPrinceCharmingwasreal,ifhecouldsaveyou.Youneededtobesavedfromtheunfairnessofeverything...whenwouldhecome?Theanswerwasacruelshruginahundredfleetingmoments.ThesneeronStevieSmith’sfacewhenhecalledyouafatcow.UncleJeff’shandsqueezingyourassintheThanksgivingkitchen.Theaccusationinyourfather’seyeswhenyoutoldhimwhathappened.Fromeveryboymasqueradingasamanthatyouletintoyourbody,yourheart,youlearnedyoudidn’thavewhatevermagicturnsabeastintoaprince.Yousurroundedyourselfwiththegirlsyou’dalwaysresented,hopingtosharetheirpower,andyouhatedyourself.Andthatdiminishedyouevenmore.Andthen,rightwhenyouthoughtyoumightjustdisappear,hesawyou.Andyouknew,somewheredeep,itwastoogoodtobetrue.Butyouletyourselfbeswept,becausehewasthefirststrongenoughtoliftyou.Now,inhiscastle,youunderstandPrinceCharmingandBluebeardarethesameman.Andyoudon’tgetahappyendunlessyoulovebothofhim.Didn’tyouwantthis?Tobeloved?Didn’tyouwanthimtocrownyou?Didn’tyouaskforit?Didn’tyouaskforit?Didn’tyouaskforit?Sosayyoucanlivelikethis.Sayyoulovehim,saythankyou,sayanythingbutthetruth.Whatifyoucan’tlovehimback?