I now know how cinderella felt at midnight.
Her heart was in her ears,
her stomache in her throat,
hot water behind her eyes.
She was left with nothing.
But I never expected it to come from you.
The man that loved me,
who cared the most for me.
Was a lie.
Poor cinderella. Lying there. Broken.
Call us twins,
but me with no prince, no king.