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