To you I have born all since then There are car rides with crying and fogged up glass from talking in the parking lot These Are Dark Times dark months
where I did not only strip outer layers but I stripped inner guts intestines
sinew muscle and strings of blood gore that lobs
from myself to the floor
no I have never felt true Cinderella love you’re right you’re right you’re right dear this was me born from flesh born from bed sheets born from journals bought but never written dear diary today my boy cheated which leaves me born from glass and born from all
I will show, with hands cupped
I will show, with curled body
I will show with angry phones thrown with mixed CDs thrown with hundred quid Docs tossed gifts ripped and torn photographs with kicked corners and punched walls I have born all from break ups.
Ever After the Dark Times
I am Ever After dressed
Ever After turned Ever After
pasting skin back to contain
heart and lungs I am Ever
Ever Ever After happier where
there are no happy endings.
I am Ever After whole.
Once upon a time there was a girl who loved a boy.