Empathy, Fun, Journeys, People, Questions

Sweet Prince

It’s hard to be sweet.
To always say
the perfect thing
this damsel wants to hear.
To know
I’m not ready to do more
than sweep her off her feet
and believe that her broken heart
will mend.
Don’t they always?
How can I mean anything
to these maidens in distress
these paragons of virtue
when they have so little
inkling of what I feel,
how I can manipulate them
so easily? I just
have to keep saying
the perfect thing.
Until I don’t.
And then move on,
to the next damsel
who will swoon
in my arms with
a few perfect words.


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