Poem #230

My relationships aren’t love stories.
They are twisted fairytales I wrote.
The happy ending is nowhere in sight.
I keep biting the poisonous apple because
I’ve romanticized the villain.

Poem #142

Once upon a time there were a boy
and a girl who liked each other very much.
And then an evil witch came and split
them apart. They tried to remember what
it was they saw in each other eyes but when
the answer would try to reveal itself pain
would come and knock them both out
so they just passed by each other like strangers,
both with holes in their chest.

 

Fairytale

Once upon a time there were a boy
and a girl who liked each other very much.
And then an evil witch came and split
them apart. They tried to remember what
it was they saw in each other eyes but when
the answer would try to reveal itself pain
would come and knock them both out
so they just passed by each other like strangers,
both with holes in their chest.

 

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