useless.

you entitle yourself boyfriend while you so confidently carry yourself away on a white horse drenched in mud. you crown me with the title girlfriend of the most wanted bachelor in all the land, while i call to you from a place too far for you to hear me. our titles and crowns have been locked in stone many years, and the sword holding us together can be removed by not even king arthur himself. that strong golden bond in the center of stone is my power and will that you'll never know. because with every canceled execution, my will cracks down your lines that have grown rusty through the years. such a smooth talker, prince charming; you are. but nowadays your kingdom is filling up with lies, and small wanna-be criminals drenched in disguise. i look out across the lands, and see right over your jeweled, very slowly decaying crown, out beyond the horizon where i see a new kingdom ahead. a kingdom lead by a king who cares for car-crash victims saturated in bleeding red liquid through cuts they can't contain. i glance beyond your heart-throb immaturity of having too many friends in high places- higher than the sky at the scent of the grass you've planted across my rosebud gardens. all my attempts to call you to focus are useless. because king charming boyfriend, your crown is rusted over with all your bad decisions. that crown falls over your eyes and you obviously can't see that the princess standing before you has got a brain, and plans of her own. but all my attempts to love you are failing, because how can i love a man who isn't trying? all my attempts at loving you are useless. just what kind of a man are you to discard the love i give you to in everything i do? what kind of a man is it that doesn't see those who try to appreciate him, even for the things that he'd never do? go ahead prince charming, charm your way to hell, because that's exactly where you're headed all alone. i'll prance along dorthy's poppy field to oz if i have to, just to get away from all the wounds you leave unhealed. and i'll leave all my useless sickening words at your doorstep, with the hope that maybe someday you'll make sense of them. until then, i'll leave you here in this broken kingdom; and i hope it leaves you in some kind of distress, old king.