Disection of a Fairy TaleIs there really an ending to any such story? When it doesn’t end with happily ever after, Was loving you not enough, to hold us together? To mend all our troubles and provide us with laughter, We dreamed in these dreams, and lived in these laughs, Yet now, both are mangled on my heart-breaking wake, When could I tell the truths that were needed? I do now only when everything is at stake, Yet my words go not trusted, with viable cause, For I never did earn any of your trust, I abused it though, and took advantage of it, And I told my lies, and I let them rust, I took for granted all that you gave, And returned your favors with poisoning lies of deceit, For in all my answers to you, For in each questions asked, I was always being discreet, Where is our fairy tale now? Dissected on a table, bleeding for what I have done, How many times would I change? How many times would I mean it, with each promise undone? Yet now everything is questionable, Each tear or breath, each memory of you in my thoughts, My happy futures, replaced by darker thoughts, Of sadness and of wishes for better made thoughts, How could I turn my back on love? On me? On you? On us and all that we had become? With all my faults that kill me now, The changes in the ending; once thought under my thumb, We once had a fairy tale; it lies there tattered, Like me and like I deserve to be, We once had a love that was unshakably true, Except when shaken by me, We once had a happily ever after, But that page was torn out by me; I’m looking for it now, I loved you once and it meant something then, And in this moment I love you, but what does it mean now? This two-sided love and this two-faced man, Now one must go, or the other will, This dissected fairy tale, that bleeds in my hands, Due to lies in love, and promises ill. |
