The Story of Us

I know you don't read this... But i found it again, in drawers beneath books and loose change. I found it and remembered I never fully gave it to you, never really finished. I know it's too late but here it is... The Story of Us. By me. In all it's agonies. Because personal truths change.



There was once a princess made of misery. She lived in a beautiful kingdom not very far away, where birds sang and trees gre and the ocean rolled in on majestic chariots of white.

Yet through such wonders her heart was empty. That's where her journey began, among teh waves and towering eucalyptus she searched. No prince could be found.

With her heart on her sleeve, need in her eyes she gave herself away in hopes of hidde charm. From her they took dognity, trust, respect, and worst of all, innocence.

Without it her heart, broken, grew cold, empty, hard, and black. That is how she remained for some time, locked away in her castle afraid and mean, alone and wretched.

The sun set in brilliant colors and warm summer evenings soaked that same yearning into her blood. Why could she be worth it?

Until one day, while counting cracks int he grey cement and wondering of the wandering fog she stumbled upon someone else's heart ache.

He was beautiful in a way only a true prince could be. He made her heart melt, her knees weak, her breath catch.

The sun rose in magnificent hues of unnamable shade. In colors so indescribable in the beauty that the world stopped.

And little did this prince and princess (both made of need) know but their hearts met. Right at that moment, in that second, the sun stopped it's movement and the globe froze on it's axis.

With eyes closed through unharnessed dreams they met and their souls created such a brilliance that roses and star diamonds and silver bled from the sky. They were in Love.

When their lips met cities collapsed and everything dissappeared to leave all of the world for only their love. It was created just for them, for their hearts beating something that was not misery or sadness. But for once it was completion. Together they were completion.

But could the world sustain such a thing? Dragons tried to tear them apart, fear attempted to rip them from one another.

They were too strong, their bond too strong. They meant forever. From him she received all that had been stolen. He gave her respect, trust, honesty, and dignity. He gave her beauty, something she never had before. He gave her acception and perfection. Love. Life.

There was once a princess that lived in a kingdom of pink skies, starry eyes, and troubadors. One no longer made of melancholy but instead of caring and strength.

And for that she knew, no matter what, she would love him eternally in a way there were no words for.

She would love him with all that she was and all that she knew.

She wished she could only give him the same...