Doppelganger,
You topple my heart parts
with your prestine scenes.
Where is your tiara?
You should have a tiara.
I'll get you a tiara.
How did Disney not give you a movie deal?
If Cinderella were real you'd be the perfect fit.
Doppelganger,
I'm sinking in your presence,
because I'm not a prince.
I'm not a knight.
I'm not a king.
I'm a peasant with your pleasant scent
stuck in my memory.
Every night at mid night I dream up an act where we actually
go out like we're in some fairy tail,
and I get to take off your glass slippers,
and you are a good little foot slut.
YOU ARE READING
Thresheld
PoetryMy life is a series of thresholds that I overcome through poetry. Love, loss, pain, regret, humor, irony, word play, and even sarcasm are as much apart of my life as they are central to my poems here. I am Thresheld. UPDATE: It's been quite a few ye...
