maybe happily ever afters
aren’t always about
poisoned apples
and princes riding
white horses
coming to take you away.
maybe it doesn’t involve
green grass and
woodland creatures.
our version looked like
wet pavements
and a sea of strangers
but we found magic
on empty beer bottles
and indie music
the kind that will
still stay after midnight
leaving you awake until
3 a.m. because
i love talking to you.
I LOVE TALKING TO YOU.
the prince in this story
didn’t come with a crown
or a white horse
but he saved me
with borrowed books
and camera clicks.
he is full of wonder.
i am no princess
but he makes happy endings
a reality.