Why do we always want what's bad for us?
Why do we fall head over heels for something that poisons our minds and hearts?
Why do we always go for the bad guys?
I thought he was perfect, that he was just like me…
He made me feel so good about myself, and in his arms I felt beautiful.
We learned from each other, taught each other stuff.
He told me many things.
But they were all lies.
Lies meant to act like the truth.
He said we would be together forever,
That he would never leave me.
But I guess that was a lie to.
Perfectly crafted,
These lies outshone all others.
And when I was up in my room crying,
You were there reassuring me that it would be alright.
But in reality you were behind my back,
Being someone else.
The someone I never met.
The someone I don't want to.
Why do the ugliest lies always hide deep within the prettiest surface?
The surface they called you.
And it hurt to look at you now,
Mostly because I was sure that if you looked back,
I would fall again.
For you.
I prayed that the lies weren't true.
That you really weren't who everyone said you were.
A liar.
A cheater.
A monster.
That hurt the most.
As I watched you change,
Before my eyes.
Never to be the same again.
And the tears rolling down my face,
Were vain ones indeed.
For I knew that given the chance, I would run back into your arms at a moments notice.
If you took it back.
All of it.
But I'm still in my room,
Mourning you.
I'm lonely without you.
But I've been lonely before,
And I'm not afraid to be lonely again.
But it was easier when you were here,
With me.
Although life always is easier,
When you're with someone else.
Instead of in your room,
Cold.
Unloved.
Alone.
Frightfully,
Terribly,
Alone.
I'm glad that your not here to make me cry,
Though I still do.
And I'm glad that you can't speak anymore lies.
For we've all closed our ears to your vain shouts.
My story isn't a Cinderella one,
There's not even a happy ending.
But I always did like the stories where there was no prince.
Where the damsel saved herself.
And this is my story.
Where the Prince was a monster,
And the girl saves herself.
It's just a story no one wants to read about.
No one likes this story.
Why?
Because this story confirms the very thing we hate.
People.
And loneliness.
People hate hearing about reality.
Where husbands leave.
And boyfriends cheat.
And people are always monsters in disguise.
And people hate being alone.
Almost more then they hate reality.
But not quite.
It's a good story though,
Mine, I mean.
I suggest you read it sometime.
You might like it.
You might find it entertaining.
But remember,
No matter what you find it.
Remember this.
It's real.
There's no sugar coating.
No candy center.
Just a girl.
And a monster.
Both wanting what the can't have.
The monster wants to be free.
And the girl wants to be with him.
But we don't always get what we wish for.
And I'm here to prove it.
So read the story.
My story.
You might actually find that someone you thought was a prince,
Was a monster too.
And you might figure out,
That you're sometimes better off,
Alone.
So read my story.
It's called.
The sorceress,
And the,
Dragon.
You might find you like it.
This is a story I thought of, I'm planning on a sequel. Please tell me what I should do and please tell me if you like it.
It would mean a lot,
Thanks,
Black Rose