princes

I'm sick of waiting for him. That man, that prince, that guy.
he's supposed to be on his way, to save the day,
but I don't think he's coming.

the fairy tales,
the princess stories,
the ones we grew up with
where he comes riding high on a horse
or steed
or stallion--
they lie.

the truth is that princes
and men
and guys
are just normal.

they don't come to save us.
what do we need saving from?
boredom? our own freedom?
singleness?

I suppose I am waiting.
for someone. I guess.

but I don't want to admit
that I'm in...distress?