We all want the fairytale when in reality all we want is something real. |
When I was a child, I dreamed of fairytales, because I couldn't have regular dreams, the nightmares of the gay black boy, were the things that I would see, so, I wished upon the fairytales, the ones that I could see, but my fairytales were so very different, and they were as vast as the Aegean Sea, I longed to be damsel in distress, like Beauty and the Beast, like snow white waiting for a kiss, like Ariel, I wanted every dish, I wanted magic carpets, and Peter Pans, mice, and soot, and far off lands I wanted all of this, but as a man, this wasn't what I was supposed to seek. however, as I aged my feelings changed, I dealt with abuse, crippling emotions, an ungodly amount of pain, when all I wanted was sunshine, all I got was rain, because I wanted to be loved. After years of bad, some of good, guys that felt like the lost boys, and Boyz from the hood, dateline horrors, and those I'd forget if I could, I found the love I once wish for so much. he's not a knight he's not king he's not a peasant, who likes to sing, he's none of those fairytale things, but he gives me love, and so much more, I found a home, I found my peace, I've never laughed harder, I don't want it to cease I don't want to be Belle, I don't long for the Beast because I found a fairytale, that even you can reach. |