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Once upon

A time

There was

Truth to the

Myth of what

You

And I

Had found

In a blank paged

Fairy tale.



Snow White

Doesn't sleep

In a casket made of

Glass

Slippers will break

If you wear them.



Walk across this

Written word

With fingers

Gently

Seeking

Loving

You

And me

No more.



He loves

Me

He loves me!

Not

Enough.



To:

My Valentine

Will you

Be mine

No longer . . .

Yesterday's goals, dim memories.

Dark saddened eyes, blurring with tears.

Painful scars borne; Love's history.

Futures crumble when doubt appears.



No brightly lit hope envisioned,

When following after harsh words.

Hurt soul splits in twain, partitioned.

Swooned by appeal - when numbness lured.



Apologies made, never bought.

Price paid turned out far too costly.

Though never known what would be wrought -

Must walk into the night softly.



One wish, only to be released.

Granted - now receive this token.

Words written in rhyme, love's deceased.

When promises made . . . were broken.

I caught a

glimpse of myself

as I opened my

car door

yesterday

a face

I don't really

know

stared back at me

it looked eighty

bitter eyes

sharp lines in my

skin

a girl raped of her

innocence

I suppose

you know it's been

millions of years

since I've talked to you

I feel like you

died

let me feel the snow again

before I had to

sever you

from my side

let me hold your hand

the simplest things that

haunt me

let me pretend that

I don't really know the

truth

or better yet

let me

remember

the girl

under my skin

you

took away