Forget

We’ll learn that Disney lied all along;

no such thing as a happy ending, princess.

Accept the frog, take the kiss;

so what, if you don’t want it?

So we grow up,

chain smoking cheap cigarettes -that we can’t afford,

in the car -that don’t even run,

on the way to the job -that we can’t even stand.

He’ll say he only dates good girls,

while he takes off your panties

and unclasps your bra,

though you hesitate.

You’ll meet his parents

as his girlfriend, or future wife.

and when you refuse his bed

he’s a ghost, and you’re a slut.

And in a single last-ditch effort,

to grow up, but not grow old,

we forget and forgive;

but only in that order.

She longs to be longed for,

wanted for more than what her pussy can give him,

desired for more than just an ass to grab,

or, another notch on his belt line.

No one wants the outspoken,

the undignified, the opinionated.

they don’t care if you’re strong or fierce,

so long as you fuck them well.