The knight in shining armour

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The day had barely started,
It was just me and my tea.
Yet I felt somebody’s presence,
In the midst of my melancholy.

I remember being cuddled,
In his broad chest.
The comfort I felt,
As he put me to rest.

He’d be with me the entire night,
As I wished the sun did not rise.
He’d vanish at the dot of dawn,
I waited for a surprise.

Sometimes I wondered,
Was he even true?
But the marks on my bosom,
Had a violet-red hue.

He did not love me,
Though a lover he already was.
I inflicted this pain on myself,
As I look back and pause.

How guilty I felt,
For ruining my fairy-tale.
No knight in shining armor,
My dream did fail.

For he did not just touch me,
But my heart and soul.
And now I long for him
Love has taken its toll.

Was this my destiny,
Or is love ever a choice?
For every time I saw him,
My heart did rejoice.

Until I met him,
I had never felt so alive.
He was my guilty pleasure,
I just couldn’t deprive.

The days have always been long,
And so have the nights.
I still wish there was no sun,
And he’d never be off my sight.

Will I be strong today,
Will I ask him to leave?
I am aware of the damage,
His presence would interweave.

The moonlight is visible,
My heart begins to pound.
Few hours of ecstasy,
Until my lover would abscond.

I wear a white dress,
And put on my pearls.
I get ready for him,
As I untangle my curls.

He comes at midnight,
And plants a kiss on my cheek.
My desperation for him,
Has reached its peak.

You look beautiful as ever,
He says, his arm around my waist.
He unhooks a button,
As always, in haste.

I shut my eyes,
As he held me close.
You have never truly loved me,
Not for a moment, I suppose.

What’s wrong with you?
He asks in shock?
We agreed on this!
As his hands I try to block.

I grew up reading fairy tales,
I told him for the first time.
My quest for true love,
Is hence my paradigm.

You can’t have me,
No, Not anymore.
I deserve to be the princess,
In all my dreams, I swore.

Goodbye, my love,
You taught me my worth.
I would rather await my knight,
Knowing he may be in dearth.

Originally published on Women’s Web


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