There's no such thing as fairy tales

But people are wrong.

Fairy tales are real.

The world is dark. This world is cruel.

There's no such thing as the practical.

That's what I tell myself.

No such thing as happy childhoods.

No such thing as good parents.

True love never existed in my life.

I watch people eat each other,

They lock them up in towers,

Steal each other's childhoods,

Their feet bleed as they dance,

And they sing to drown their lovers.

So when I met you it felt unreal.

There were no butterflies or heart thumps.

You felt warm though, does that count?

Everything about you felt safe.

Your touch never hurt unless

It came from laughter.

The obsession never started unless

it stemmed from the music you gave me.

The desperation to dominate only

In terms of my dreams, which you encouraged.

If you ever gave me a fantasy

It was in books which you handed me.

We shared immortality in ink.

This way we never grow up

We grasp the fairytale

Without ever experiencing.

All I've asked for in the unrealistic

Is inflation, so I can grant you millions

of monies to build you a house.

You'll buy me a frigidaire.

I'll keep it in there.

Fairy tales are real, I tell you.

They're painful and they require heroes,

But I put down every sword in stone,

Every magical flower,

All the golden geese,

And the fountain of youth

Just to pay my dues and grow old with you.