I loved you.
_Yes, I did._
But I should’ve known better than to have believed the web of lies you sprouted at me. I should’ve known better than to believe your “I love you.”
_Why did I take that bite from the apple, if only I had known it was poisoned._
My mother warned me about strangers with blue eyes walking down the street. She said that was why she was protecting me.
_I should've never let down my golden hair, if only I had known._
It didn’t have to wait until the clock struck 12:00 midnight for it to happen; bibbidi-bobbidi-boo, I’ll have to hand it to you, you really had me fooled.
_You were never Charming, I needed to be my own Prince._
I’m stuck in a timeless blank, neither moving forward nor back, a canvas that has not been painted yet and sadness is the only color I know.
_I’m afraid I don’t have much patience to wait for a 100 years for true love’s first kiss._
A thousand times you tore my walls down, tore me apart and even when I’m at a chokehold, I thought it was still love.
_Maybe I was a fool to have thought there was beauty in the beast._
I traded my heart for something temporary, I lost my voice just to let you step all over me, and some part of me hates that I’d still let you if we were to try all over again.
_I’ve become the foam of bubbles lost in the sea because I couldn’t hurt you the way you hurt everyone._
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 11:54 PM UTC
I loved you.
_Yes, I did._
But I should’ve known better than to have believed the web of lies you sprouted at me. I should’ve known better than to believe your “I love you.”
_Why did I take that bite from the apple, if only I had known it was poisoned._
My mother warned me about strangers with blue eyes walking down the street. She said that was why she was protecting me.
_I should've never let down my golden hair, if only I had known._
It didn’t have to wait until the clock struck 12:00 midnight for it to happen; bibbidi-bobbidi-boo, I’ll have to hand it to you, you really had me fooled.
_You were never Charming, I needed to be my own Prince._
I’m stuck in a timeless blank, neither moving forward nor back, a canvas that has not been painted yet and sadness is the only color I know.
_I’m afraid I don’t have much patience to wait for a 100 years for true love’s first kiss._
A thousand times you tore my walls down, tore me apart and even when I’m at a chokehold, I thought it was still love.
_Maybe I was a fool to have thought there was beauty in the beast._
I traded my heart for something temporary, I lost my voice just to let you step all over me, and some part of me hates that I’d still let you if we were to try all over again.
_I’ve become the foam of bubbles lost in the sea because I couldn’t hurt you the way you hurt everyone._
