I dreamed a dream of us last night.
You were dressed up as prince charming and I was Cinderella
And we danced
We swayed to a rhythm that only our bodies could hear
And we loved
We loved with a passion that hell fire couldn't match.
We loved with a love that was more than love.
Edgar Allan Poe couldn't have said it more perfectly.
And I couldn't have shown it in more than one dance
But then a tragedy struck.
The clock struck midnight and I was no longer Cinderella
I was alone in a cold bed meant for two.
I had to realize that prince charming is a Disney fantasy.
And you are far from a fairytale.
You are the star of a Grimm nightmare.
And you are so deep even my darkest fears couldn't compare.
You make it impossible not to fall into you.
Listen to me when I'm speaking, you won't listen, you can't hear me
You ears are bleeding out goodbyes.
And they won't listen to my hearts cries.
Look me in my eyes, look at me when I'm talking to you, I'm fed up with the lies, you've heard me cry every night since you first staggered into my life
Open your eyes.
When you do you'll see me sinking into the eternal black hole of the memories of what you used to be.
And I'll do so willingly.
Anything to avoid sleeping in this bed alone.
I've made sorrow my home for you.
How could you walk out on the best thing that ever happened to us? We.
I'm tired of restless visions of your ghost strolling through my bedroom like they still belong.
I'm tired of it climbing on top of me and forcing these dreams that seem more like nightmares into my head.
I dreamed another dream of us last night.
You were still prince charming but I was now Aurora.
And I slumbered deeply, felt you pacing over me
And you wept
You wept enough tears to drown another happy memory
And I slept
I slept in fear that you were standing over me
And you kissed me.
And I awoke for you only to find the ghost of a distant memory.
I keep forgetting to remind myself that this is not Disney
And you are no fantasy.
You're just a ghost of what used to be.