a fairytale

the snow fell like forgotten ashes,

covering the world with your sins.

i never knew

hell was a trap door.

falling through felt like

fooling me twice

and shaming me forever.

no place to go

but up.

no one to love

but myself.

can’t you see the fire?

flames licking

your lips,

like my name once did.

you were my villain

circling the damsel in distress

with clouds of smoke

and make-believe happy endings.

stuck to my pen now,

your misguided love stays frozen

in time and dishonor.

i write to remember.

so my mind has space

for undeserved forgiveness

instead of wasted second chances,

for untouched hearts,

instead of reliving

those days of shattered pieces.

no place to put you

but the page.

no one to write you

but me.