The Cinderella
story was
never
about
you.

you are
so much
more.
from beginning
to end.

with your
gypsy
point
of view.

that can
take
a man
down
with a
single
look.

make
him
beg
into the

night,

that you
will you
never
let him up
for air
again.

legs
squeezed
tight,

you heart
bleeding
out into
the night.

from so
long
ago
when
you lost
your broken
heart
to love.

and you
haven't
ever
found it

but your
nails
are black
with the
Indiana
mud,

as you
dig
and claw
and look
in all
of the
places,

that you
might
of seen
it last.

but still
the slipper
doesn't
fit,

the pumpkin
doesn't
come.

and the
mice sit
in the
corner
eat their
cheese
and look at
you
and laugh.

cause they
know it

too.

the Cinderella
principle
never really

applied

to you...