I was enchanted.
Your soft eyes found their ways to strangle me, cut my lips and let me rot; may I hope I will never find an answer for why because I do not want one
I thought I was your prince, your Cinderella in a tuxedo, you're Mister Right
I thought that my body was your only wonderland that you held with your rough hands, my warmth the rabbit hole you always dreamed of;
I tried to get my waist sleeping-beauty thin from letting my stomach acid churn up my throat and spewing it from my mouth;
Only to find my perfection was an illusion, the posion apple stained with cyanide, the crown that was rimmed with thrones, the glass slipper wasn't only mine
Because one size fitted all for you.