The Unfortunate Fairytale

Once upon a time, it was a June summer day
We started talking and you made me feel this unexplainable way.
Distance meant nothing to us because at first it was just lust
And from lust bloomed love, love that the both of us could never think of.
You stole my heart and now this is the start
Of our fairytale that I am fearless to inhale.

After June comes July and I swear we flew high
We promised each other that we would never say goodbye
We fell madly in love as if it were meant to be
Because despite the distance, you’d always stick with me.
Cinderella, Ariel, and Belle, they have never seen a spell
Quite like the one cast upon me and you as well
Because this is our fairytale, one that we can never unveil.

Time flew by too fast as July quickly passed
And we both knew that this month would be our last
But until then we would make memories to look back at when
Summer is done and through these memories we’d have eternal sun.
But I beg you to never forget the time we met
And fate brought us together at this game of love roulette.
It takes two for a fairytale to be true and that’s why I’ll never forget you.

Then came September and I can painfully remember
The words you said to me that broke me down forever.
You found someone new, someone that could actually be with you
And now I know our love isn’t strong after everything we’ve been through.
You discovered that you were being used while my heart was being abused
And to prove my love for you, I took you back, you and I forever bruised.
This is the tragedy within our fairytale that I am determined to prevail.

As September slowly passed I still felt horribly harassed.
You no longer called me cute names and we never played our little games.
You told me we couldn’t be together forever and now I’m taking it as a never ever.
I hardly got to hear your voice as if I had no choice.
The innocence was gone just like staying up til’ dawn.
Wanting you and nothing more, I learned to ignore and let the rain pour.
At this very moment in our fairytale I felt absolutely less than frail.

November rolled around and we had our final breakdown.
It started off as a little fight and diffused us like the sun at twilight.
But to my surprise, came little cries because dead men never rise.
Love pierced me like a knife, cutting deep into my soul
Brutally murdering me, my life in it’s control.
I let out my breath in one final exhale
And now this is the end of our unfortunate fairytale.