with the fairy tale
prince who swept you off your feet
when you least expected
it.
But that fairy tale
didn't last,
and your Cinderella story
turned to ashes in your mouth
as he stole your words,
controlled your feelings,
took your "happily
ever after"
and turned it upside
down.
He tied your happiness so
closely to his
you didn't know
which feelings were yours.
He made himself the only
person you could talk to,
pulled you back together
after tearing you apart,
then reminded you why it
was all your fault.
You.
The reason he lost
control
and the reason it never
felt like he cared.
You made him do that.
It wasn't the prince who
was rotten from the start;
it was you who ruined
him.
You fed him the poisoned
apple,
forced him to take a
bite.
You entranced Prince
Charming with your glass slippers,
but those have long since
broken.
And with the stroke of
midnight you lost so much more.
Your love wasn't enough
for him to treat you like
a princess.
Your love wasn't enough
to keep away the pain.
And you kept telling
yourself that
his love was enough.
So you treated him like a
prince.
His love was enough
to make up for the pain.
And though you cried
yourself to sleep
you told yourself you
were happy
ever
after.
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