I always loved fairy stories,
With handsome, prince-filled,
Happily Ever Afters.
Like that ONE with the missing glass shoe,
Or the TWO kids who get lost in the woods,
Or the THREE pigs who build houses.
The first time I saw you,
I knew we would be EPIC,
Like one of those stories I used to love.
And for FOUR months,
You made me believe
You’d love me happily, to the end.
Then FIVE months later,
You began another story,
With a different princess, who wasn’t me.
Now I’m SIX shades of crazy,
And all kinds of desperate,
To make you hurt, like the villain you are.
This is where our story ends,
On the SEVENTH story of this building,
Where you’ll fall for me, for the last time.