Bad Habit, Baby

"When I was a little girl I used to read fairy tales. In fairy tales you meet prince charming and he's everything you ever wanted.

In fairy tales the bad guy is very easy to spot. The bad guy is always wearing a black cape so you always know who he is.

Then you grow up and you realize that prince charming is not as easy to find as you thought.

You realize the bad guy is not wearing a black cape and he's not easy to spot; he's really funny, and he makes you laugh, and he has perfect hair."

There was a short period of time when I actually believed you were my prince charming, and I was your princess. But time passes.

I've come to realize that your shining armor is nothing but tinfoil. And your beautiful blue eyes aren't filled with the love you have for me, but rather with the pain you intend to cast upon me, which you have. Your warm smile has turned into a permanent scowl, much like the permanent damage you've caused me, mind and body. The loving person you used to be has morphed into something evil, something on a path of destruction with me as your target.

What pain will you cause me, after you hear of this? What evil is awaiting me? The secret's out now and there's no taking it back. The tears that pour from my eyes prove that something is really wrong here. Something is wrong with me ... or you ... or us, if that still exists.

How will I escape you? Will they protect me here? So they say ... Still, I'm not the first battered teen to walk through these hospital doors so they must know how to handle the situation at hand.

Maybe they'll walk me home. So I get there "safely". I snorted out loud through my crying, causing this stranger to hold me tighter. It was comforting, in a way. But I couldn't stay here. This lady wasn't the one to save me from you.

Nothing could protect me from you. Because no matter how much you ripped and tore me apart, I'd still come crawling back to you in pieces. I loved you so much more than I hated you, something I could only compare to as an addiction.

You're my bad habit, baby. You're mine, taking my soul down to the level. Can't escape the way you got me locked up, baby. I gotta break from you, break from you, break from you ...

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