Once upon a time, Oh but that’s such a boring way to start-
Once upon a time.
I was little red riding hood that knowingly stepped onto the wrong side of the path,
Hoping that a monster in the woods
Would come and get me, but you-
A hurricane, car crashes in slow motion, personified heartbreak-
Too much applesauce madam? The waiter asked, clean-shaven face bathed
In the New York skyline, ignorant to the gunfire explosions inside me as I waited for you.
No thank you, sir.
“Meet me at the station”, scrawled in messy, love- stained letters
In between the railway roars and the clatters of foreign accents and the struck chord of a bass
Signifying disappointment like a punch line
Reverberating through my skull.
Okay, repeat the mantra, one two- steady-
Four cycles later
I had your body pushed up flush against bricks and-
No shut up you don’t get to say anything after you go and shatter me like that
You’re sick do you know that? Lips snarling, heart breaking
So maybe I was the big bad wolf after all.
Stairwell bricks glinted off iridescence and your mouth in that sad, sad laugh
Studying me like a dream brought to the ground,
All puffy lipped and eyes blown wide and pink like I was on some psychedelic high-
And you said “You’re still
A child with fanciful ideas of love, and the way you cling onto them-
Quite frankly, it’s terrifying.”
Please darling, let me redefine myself
Skip the pleasantries and small talk, scrap the story of little red riding hood-
Once upon a time, I was apology and you were forgiveness
I can imagine inside you, of alarm bells and sunken souls as you listen to the static white noise of
A dying heart
Hello darling, are you there? Can you hear me? Is this mic working?
I hate to sound like those magazine cut outs-
I hate to sound like,
Just another lover, just another cliché-
But you were the matchstick to my dynamite and nothing feels better
Than my own self- destruction, so won’t you please
Another chance? No?
Even Lucifer sometimes longs to be let
Into the gates of heaven again
I’ve cooked some apology,
I saved a plate for you
So for the love of *** come inside and have some before it goes cold.
A remix of Richard Siken's "Litany In Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out", it's a really beautiful poem.