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.

 

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