I will never be your Cinderella…
my pink-polished toes
are not destined to fit
the fairy-tale image
of your glass-slippered reflection.
I will never be your Sleeping Beauty…
my eyes will remain closed
forever waiting for a prince
to wake me from this eternal slumber
with the promise of true love’s kiss.
Our fairy tale love has fractured…
and left me with nothing
but the bitter taste
of your poison apple
on my tongue.
you stood lost
on the edge
of my devastation
love and regret
reflected in your eyes
my failure to meet
expectations
both yours and mine
left you afraid
unable to trust
unwilling to move
just one more
empty promise
of a tomorrow
we may never share
Thank you for opening my eyes
thank you for making me see
I thought this time was different
maybe things had changed
but you pushed me back down
shoved my face to the ground
took my hope away while
your careless words punched
the love out of my lungs
So here’s to you and all that you do
raise your arm, toast your success
best of luck to you in your self-made glory
because each time you try to break me
and keep my spirit bound
I will get back up and wish you well
I will fill my glass and drink it down
and you can watch as I finally walk away
from this f’ed up definition of love called hell
We lie here together,
one body inches from the other
skin almost touching, yet miles apart
wondering where we went wrong.
The electricity between us,
once unrestrained and beautiful,
created an explosion of stars
in the inky darkness of our room,
its intensity, now grounded
by a path made of our own destruction.
Our breathing, so quiet,
slow and measured
longs for the time when desire
prevented anything more
than a breathless gasp
of the other’s name.
Yet we continue to lie together,
one body inches from the other,
longing for the strength
to fix what we know is wrong.
Ramblings... 