dictionary:
the daughter of a young monarch : not quite
a close female relative of monarch, especially a son's daughter : nope
the wife or widow of a prince : not even close
the female ruler of a small state : still a no
a spoiled or arrogant young woman : oh... maybe this is more what you were referring to.
in order to call me a princess,
you must stop acting like a dictator
ordering me around,
and demanding respect.
i hate to break it to you,
but i have no contract saying that i must respect you.
i will respect you, and stop my "princessness"
when you respect me, and act like an adult.
thanks...

it's the things like this that strike me the most,
a simple conversation between two humans,
yet so powerful.
person 1:  why are you so mean?
person 2:  because the best way to not get your heart broken, is to pretend you don't even have one

now, as i realize this is just a dumb tumblr picture,
i laugh a bit,
but then stop as i realize this may describe me.
quite well actually.

you've proven to be there for me,
even when i am a mess of tears and guilt in the middle of the night.
just simply a sorry from you, can help me feel better.
but because of past experiences,
i am scared to let you see inside of me.
it was easy when i called you bestie and loved you like a brother,
but now, i feel a strong love for you.
the kind where i smile for no reason but the fact that i can call you mine,
and the kind that when i catch you staring, i blush like crazy.
the kind of love where every love song can put your face in my head,
and where kisses you place gently on my forehead make my heart swell.  

i realize that if i want this kind of love,
i have to open myself,
i have to be my semi-******, clumsy, imaginative self around you.
i have to share my feelings, and let you love me.
but if i let you see me, and let you love me,
i have to also give you the ability to destroy me.
and that is what scares the hell out of me.
knowing that at any moment, you could make me cry
you could tell my secrets to the world,
you could break my heart.
break me entirely.

i honestly don't hate them all
i just hate the way they make me feel,
hate the way they treat each other
and how they act so dumb.
it makes me cringe, makes me cry,
makes me build these walls.
i'm really just a wimp.
scared of the truth, and friendship,
which by dictionary definition means:
a state of mutual trust.
now that's the part that scares me.
the ability to trust another to not spill your secrets,
the ability to trust that somebody won't hurt you,
or push you down.
in the process of "branching out"
fear and confusion eats at me,
but i have to let it go.
i don't hate them all.
i can't

funny how just words from an unrelated song
can make you think so much about past, and future
current unhappiness of the situation
past happiness.
can make the situation awkward,
when you know you're all thinking the same thing.
when you know that everyone sees the gap,
sees the large **** in all of the normal.
but until we can agree to stop pretending,
we'll all continue on this path,
always reassuring everyone that it's all normal

finally
when i can't think of a reason to hate,
or a reason to cry
i can just smile.
i can realize finally
that my past is my past
and people can't hurt me if i don't let them.
he can't see inside of me anymore,
he can't touch my skin,
or persuade me with his words.
he is gone from my life.
and now, i thankfully have you
who won't be the cause of my tears,
who won't promise forever only to let me down
who won't "love" me
but will just love me

hoping in a way to cleanse my soul
i let the words flow through me like a river
sending hope for future from my head to the tips of my toes
this is where i'm happy
this is where i know in my heart
that i'm pleased with myself
and how i live in this moment

i trust that you won't break me.
i trust that you won't lie.
i trust that you mean all your words.
and that you won't make me cry.

right here inside of me
i know that this trust is true
and i just want you to know
that i truly mean it when i say that i love you