Till The clock strikes 9...
"3-2-1" Happy New Year!
My ears were ringing from the sound
of cries as I fought my way through the crowd.
On a dark sidewalk I stared as I could feel the time moving in the air.
It was no longer 2016.
Once the clock striked midnight
I felt like Cinderella waiting for her horse drawn carriage to turn into a
Pumpkin Patch.
Where was my happily ever after...
I spent my year waiting for prince charming to come
yet he stood me up as
I waited by the phone...to hear it ring
But all I heard was the operator as it was disconnecting.
My life was a series of rises and falls but heartbreak had to be the worst pain of all.
Cinderella on that night had died from a shattered glass broken heart.
This year had forced me to except my reality
that my life was never a fairy tale
nor a once upon a dream
I can feel the time slip from my finger tips
as quick as sand slipping from a tight grip of my fist
as I struggled to let go
and look back on what could have been..
I want to rewind
Go back in time
To when the clock strikes 9:00 pm
And you were mine.
At that moment
when you were in my arms
I felt like I was loved forever
as I had onced longed for
But when it approached 10:00pm
I knew it was about to end
As you took a few steps and held a deep breath
my heart was consumed waiting 3 years for your return
completely in awe of you.
You said we wouldn't work and "I couldn't do this"
you grabbed my hand and kissed it
and let me go through this
alone.
The pain shattered my heart like a brick
crashing through the window of my heart
that was my glass slipper
destroying the memories
we shared.
I wish I could have cared.
More about me
before I let my guard down
and took off my whole crown.
I am a princess who you made
feel less
than her worth.
less than what she deserved
in the eyes of story teller
She may have swallowed her pride
To "compromise"
take a few punches
and secret scars that bled deep
hiding behind her eyes
were a waterfall of tears
Caused by someone who was never
Mine.