Mr. Cannot

Where oh where 
could my prince be?
Lost in a tree?
Lost at sea?
Lost and refusing to ask directions?
Would not surprise me.
Everyone tells me to be patient
to wait
bide my time
until the right one comes
sweeping me off my feet
making me believe in romance
true love
and all the rest of that garbage.
True love
manure if you ask me
no man is going to sweep me away
take away my problems
make me feel sweet and light
a princess in disguise.
Knights is shining armour
do not exist
or rather I have not met one yet.
However I have met:
Mr. Cannot Commit.
Mr. Cannot Love.
Mr. Cannot be faithful.
Mr. Cannot tell the truth.
Mr. Cannot control self.
Mr. Cannot…..
Where is Mr. Can?
No where to be found.
Were I to put out a bounty
do you think that he would appear?
Or once more
surrounded by frogs
willing to kiss no more.
©March 2/20
Picture via Pinterest

No F**KS (Or Prince Charming is Missing)

Broken
standing upon shifting sands
crystal tears
soaked within the parched ground
while I try….
try so hard
to figure out
understand
what I did
to get fucked like this?
Forever
it seems to me
that one iota of happiness
must be torn away
that I am not allowed
to have good things
happen in my life.
I want love.
I want home.
I want a man who
understands
supports
is proud of me.
My Prince Charming
I am pretty sure he is dead
ain’t no man
riding to my rescue
ready to climb my hair.
No one who wants to break bricks
chisel at the mortar
it is time for me to ascertain
that I am the problem
not the solution.
Too needy.
Too clingy.
Too loving…..
too much for so many people.
If you find my Prince Charming
should he ask for directions to my house
please point him
away from me
cause I can no longer give a fuck.
November 20/18