Princess In The Tower
Princess In The Tower
Love is fake.
I know technically ‘love’ is oxytocin and
Serotonin and dopamine and adrenaline and endorphins,
There’s nothing real about it.
But that doesn’t make me want it any less.
I want my happy ending, my knight in shining armour
(A girl with a sword, coming to save me? yes please)
To sweep me off my feet and make me happier than I could ever make myself.
(Should I let someone else love me if I can’t do that for myself?)
Love has been capitalised, you can pay someone
To love you.
Dating apps, hook up culture, ghosting.
Love isn’t real these days.
But I still want it.
So much so
That I fall too quickly
Out of the window of my tower.
And crumple on the concrete,
Broken.