I beat myself to the punch as I always do
I started my own sabotage, before its embraced

                             I don't think before I do
                         and yet I still kiss before I do

My prince has left the castle
and I forgot my shoe
no one chased after
now my foot is sore, and the other as-cue
I feel this trend is all too often
Its apparent and as clear as mud

                            I love a man, thereafter
                     He lines himself with her or him

My heart is meticulously broken
like shattered glass that turns to sand
breath in the shards of my war crimes
and press my face to agitated skin