you; you were my
once in a lifetime,
a twisted prince charming
with cigarette scented shirts
bloodshot eyes
words cloaked in alcohol
that soothed as they stung.
and me; I guess I
was all too impressionable
the bloodshot eyes
and dilated pupils
that match your own
all too much.
But in our prime
(which was all too short)
I was your princess
My carriage being your car
my tiara being your kiss.
But, unlike the fairy tales
there was no happily ever after
for us.
and inevitably
my glass slipper broke;
just like me