I dewelled on the thought of trying to fix the broken pieces
of this shattered frame that was once filled with the rise of what was holy,
I noticed a pattern,
an undeniable  repetitional cycle of never endings,
I believed in fairy tales, I believed in anything,
the innocents I had was what lured me into believing anything,
That's how you ****** me in so quickly, without a breath taken in
It was at firts sight or first interaction , not even snow had fallen yet
and you had already began to wrap me around your ring finger,
You bulit me up to these plans of the unknown future, between the two
"but I still haven't held hands yet",
Brainwashing thoughts of uncanny marriage and birth, ******* and labor,
but my lips are still ******,
A different standard of what was right, morals of "love and hate",
but I still didn't understand  the meaning of love or what it is "or was"
Beause of the ignorances I regret every part of me,
that lead me into this blief of magical fairy tales,
But it took every part of me to realize my beliefs were taken away,