Not a Fairytale Kind of Love

Almost 2 years ago,
we shared that first kiss in the park.
We looked at our lives -
up to that point, they had run parallel,
one chasing the other,
sometimes touching for a moment.
The same schools, the same teachers,
same friends, same apartment building,
and I asked you if you had been stalking me all my life.

And we thought we were meant to be,
see, our lives were set up
for happily ever after.
But the fairy tales never taught us-

If we never to go to bed angry
we'll be up until 3am sorting out the mess
and cry together out of exhaustion
but the light shines through in the morning
and you have one obstacle less

The ghosts of my past don't go away
and you discover new ones every day
because we're all disfunctional in our own way
so you take my hand
and we walk the trails of life
and you protect me from me, my own worst enemy

That sometimes you won't be there when I cry
that maybe I'll have to hold another hand
that I shouldn't be your everything
how lonely princesses must be
with only prince charming for company

And sometimes we'll call each other nasty names
just because we're both tired
and I'll be your biggest frustration
and you'll be the only one I ever swear at
don't you feel special?

And we won't treat each other right
we won't love each other all the time
because we're only human
and our eyes will wander
but we know love is a choice that we make

Fairy tales never told me that
I have my priorities, and you have yours
nor how much work a relationship takes
that I might only see you 3 weeks a year
but you'll be proud of me

We won't be hermits in the mountains,
and we won't wear crowns,
I won't marry you when I'm 18
we won't look into each others eyes
and see stars, every time

The honeymoon phase will end
because rollercoasters go uphill, too
and we'll take each other for granted
I won't appreciate you as much as I should
because it's not a fairytale kind of love

Love doesn't have to start with a kiss
and our story won't end with marriage
like the fairy tales do.
love can begin with a brownie passed on
and life goes on