Fairytale Deeze – Mel Afoa

Imagine my surprise when I come home late at night,

Frustrated and tired after a long day serving moody customers,
Annoyed, but ecstatic to see the love of my life,
Excited to snuggle up to him, shower him with kisses,
Wrap my legs around his waist and sigh content,
Only to find that some chick was already doing that.
So shocked was I to discover such a betrayal,
I stood gaping for longer than a minute,
Watching my husband lift up her shirt,
Hike up her skirt,
Push in, pull out.
The sounds heard were the moans and screams of release,
And the tearing of a heart.

They always used to talk about happy endings in fairytales.
“The prince and princess live happily for ever after”.
Bitch, please.
Fairytale deeze.

He was the Prince Charming of them all,
Not only brutally handsome and mysterious,
But powerful and oozing with charm too.
His body was as tough as nails, the muscles in all the right places,
Tall, lean, delicious.
Dumb was I to think a man as gorgeous as can be,
Would hold no flaw, would stay loyal.
Though he did not sweep through the gates with a stallion horse,
He still came in with a bang,
And after a long period of cute dates, intimate nights and golden promises,
We were married on a small beach in Venice surrounded by family and friends.

They always used to talk about happy endings in fairytales.
“The prince and princess live happily for ever after”.
Bitch, please.
Fairytale deeze.

Unfortunately doors slam and wake people up from their business,
Which is what occurred when I had slammed the door on my 'Prince Charming',
In bed with another princess.
Ran all the way to my Mazda, with my name being shouted in the cold air,
Stark naked, he was as he stood from our flat's window,
A funny sight, had I looked up.
Irrational thoughts had plagued my mind as I drove,
The fury over such a betrayal at it's highest.
What had I done wrong?
Was my body not satisfying enough?
Did I not pour all my love into our marriage?
We both promised each other a happily ever after,
And yet I was anything but happy.
He promised me my very own fairytale,
And boy was it an epic tale.

They always used to talk about happy endings in fairytales.
“The prince and princess live happily for ever after”.
Bitch, please.
Fairytale deeze.

Parking our car at the local beach front,

I drew up a major conclusion.
Fairytales exist, for children.
The epic fantasy world with the majestic castles,
Shining chandeliers, slow music, beautiful dresses,
Luscious green palace gardens, gold wine glasses,
They aren't for all marriages.
They barely exist in reality.
So next time someone tells and promises you a fairytale,
Just nod and smile.
Fairytale deeze.