Not my Knight
I prayed for love. I prayed blindly. I wished on every star that my perfect person would find me. I blew every dandelion reinforcing my prayers, that I will find someone one day, who genuinely loves and cares. I never specified the appearance of the person of dreams. I never thought a shooting star could bring anything worth a damn to me. Then one day someone entered my life in the knick of time. I was about to give up on love of any kind. He made me feel like I was a queen and before that, no one had ever done that, but me. So naturally I was curious . I allowed the treatment to proceed. But all along he had one mission. That was to have all of me. To be the caretaker who caringly controls me. My heart was so desperate I allowed him to help me, with the knowledge that nothing is given without expecting. So typical of the dudes who invest their time into me, then get mad that I can’t give them what they made up about me so I turn into the witch of their sad love story. I’ll never able to live up to the expectation they set for me. It almost feels like this manifesting has turned on me. But that’s not it at all. It just gives me exactly what I say I need. So I have to be more specific if I want my prayers to come to fruition about love, and all those dandelion wishes. He wasn’t my knight and shining armor and l was not his Mrs.
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