Once upon a time I would have said "no"
but I wasn't in control,
and I never was in control. Because when you pinned me down in the cold dungeon you call a bedroom, there was no escape.
See, this wasn't a 'save the princess and become a hero' roleplay,
because in this situation I didn't feel like a damsel in distress,
I felt like the villan:
dirty, used, guilty
Covered in the pieces of my broken heart, you left me there. Alone.
I was convinced that you loved me, that we would get married and live happily ever after.
But, this isn't a fairytale.
You're not my prince charming, and I am sure as hell certain I don't need you to rescue me.
And here's where you're wrong, see this isn't your story,
And I will not let your name tarnish the good reputation of my precious pages any longer
This is MY story, and from here on out I create the chapters.
Oh, and as for you,
You'll be nothing more than a bump in my yellow brick road,
Because you should know by now
Villans always finish last.