TWISTED TALES

sept | ❝ cinderella ❞

So, this is love? she thought
as they twirled under the moonlight,
the silver beams cut through the darkness like a sharp knife,
their feet touched the fog, that spilled between the trees, dense, storm clouds sailing through the forest,
it made her feel like they were floating on the air, in the sky, she was dancing with him, her prince, the man of her dreams,
he was beautiful, with pale skin and eyes that gleamed,
they were blue pools that she loved diving into, until she was lost in its depths without breath, losing all her oxygen, losing all her sense of self,
the way they glittered like diamonds, they cut into her heart, it bled rubies for him, eager to drain itself of the precious red stones, every day and every night,

So, this is love? she whispered,
her white shoes drifting in the mud, the bottom of her blue dress stained brown,
the edges dirtied, her dress was worn out,
the lace was ripped, and the fabric was torn, her blue dress wasn't very blue anymore,
as they swayed to an unheard rythum, phantom music linking their hearts, violin strings stringing them together, forever linked by a melody of their love, that will eternally sing between them,
to a symphony, they danced, amidst the unfurling mist, ignoring the headstones they bumped into, well, she bumped into,

So, this is love? she spoke,
her voice was shaking, trembling like her heart, as she forced herself to ignore the way he phased through the tombstones,
the way he struggled to grip her due to the barrier between them, between life and death,
they fought to push the boundaries, to push the limit, cross the line drawn in the sand that was meant to keep the ocean from swimming to her heart, to prevent the blue pool from swallowing her whole, where she wanted to be, drowning endlessly,
to stop him from enveloping her in the Atlantic of his love, where they both felt safe,

So, this is love? they realised,
as he began to fade, tears threatened to spill from her brown eyes, as his gaze turned icy and icicles seemed to be drawn into his skin,
he grew cold and he withdrew from her, ever so slowly, in hopes of easing her into it,
the lonliness, that was about to spread, the emptiness that was about to rip open her chest, and then swallow him whole, in a black abyss of endless night, death, so void and cold, his fingers fell through and his skin was snow white,
(she knew snow would be jealous, it could never be as colourless as him, she hated it),
she stumbled when he began to vanish, she started to cry when she could see through him,
the headstones were visible, even with the fog,
the strings strummed harder, the music got louder, it pounded in their ears, the finale was coming,
his face twisted in agony, the twilight was fading, she cried, her scream piercing the silence, shattering the midnight,
he tried to reach out, one final goodbye, to his cinderella, his princess who left her glass slipper, on the stairs of the palace,
but the music was finished, and he disappeared, she was left staring at his grave,
wonderful prince, loving son, amazing husband, darely missed,

So,
This,
Is,
Love?
Loving so much,
And so hard,
And so often,
And when that love evaporates,
It leaves you feeling broken,
But fulfilled, the music still gently strumming,
In your lonely heart,
Because, it is better to have loved,
Than to have lost.

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I think i got my poetry writing groove back with this poem. Hope you like it. Tell me what you think in the comments!