Not a prince

Hopeless. One word can 
describe my thoughts.
I am a sleepless soldier 
with pens and eraser
not a knight 
who's riding white horse in shining armour.
I want her.
I want her curly hair and everything about her.
I want to save a damsel 
who doesn't want a prince.
I want to save her but she doesn't want me to save her.

Deceiving

They say I had those beautiful eyes,
brows that's always on fleek
and lashes that even those eyelashes you can buy in store gets jealous.
“You had a nice white teeth, you got those purest smiles”
Y'all have seen my beautiful eyes
but not the pain hidden inside.
You've seen my purest smile
but not my helpless soul 
who doesn't want to be saved.

Answers

I thought we were on the same page but it seems that we're reading different books. How did we ended up here?