I never had a chance because I latched onto you before you were ready, childishly thinking you’d finally catch up to me once you were. I held on thinking I was your princess; Mentally cataloging every magical moment so I could pen it into our epic fairytale I was writing in my head. I was always sitting in the carriage with the horses ready to go, while you were shaking hands of every suitable lady in the ballroom. I brush away every man who watches me waiting alone, wanting to take your place. But I hold onto the hope that maybe you’ll shake one dame’s hand and it’ll suddenly click. You’ll rush down the palace stairs, and just like a pumpkin — changing from the boy you are to the man I knew you could be. But I never had a chance, so I grab hold of the reins and the horses click away. Because life isn’t a fairytale, and you were never coming to save me.
So relatable.