He is not the man of my dreams. He is my husband.
He is certainly not my prince and I am not his princess.
He never swept me off my feet. He always sits on the couch and drinks beer.
He is not handsome and charming. He is annoying and angry.
He does not love me. He tolerates me.
He does not make love to me tenderly and hold me all night long. He fucks me and goes to sleep.
He does not care if I am sad or if he is the cause of my sadness.
No he is certainly not the man of my dreams for I don’t dream anymore.
She said that she dreamt of walking on air
She was young again and she conquered many worlds
She was so happy that she exploded like a supernova
But there is no galaxy in her throat now
For her smile is faded
Her cheeks are wet
Her skin is wrinkled
Her hair so white
All the stars have left her eyes
Once upon a time a prince who was actually a toad in disguised asked a beautiful princess to marry him and the princess said “Fuck no!” and she went on to live happily ever after. She traveled and met interesting people and cute guys and no one cared that she was a slut. She always put herself first and she went out whenever she wanted and she never had to cook or clean pee off her toilet seat. She had tons of shoes and clothes and made lots of money. All her friends and family thought she was cool and she never got cheated on. Ever.