He’s a prince of broken hearts,

A connoisseur of shattered dreams.

His charm and royal stature

Conceal a devil underneath.

She’s a princess forged from venom,

A connoisseur in vengeful art.

The fates, they dealt a deadly hand

As they gave this prince her heart.

Their dance is one of caution,

For glass slippers crack and shatter.

And the reprisal behind her eyes promises

Broken hearts end in disaster.

So on they twirl in rhythm,

For this prince has met his match

In this vixen steeped in vengeance,

This Cinderella dressed in black.

#poetry #happilyeveraftermaybe

1) Why is blue the "sad color"?

2) How do you decide when it's time to stop forgiving someone?

3) What parameters define a person as 'normal'? Which of these are necessary, and which are optional?

4) What would it feel like to be inside someone else's head for a day? Not just in another body, but along for the ride, hearing how they think and feeling what they feel. Do they taste, hear, smell, feel things differently? Is it a relief going back to yourself or would you want to spend more time with them? Would you try the experience again or not?

5) If you could tell someone anything and have them listen, who would you talk to and what would you say?

6) If you could choose a place or object to haunt, what would you choose and why? How would you make your presence known?

7) What 'lines' do we draw to differentiate ourselves from others, and which do we take for granted?

8) If there's vanilla (or vanillin) in chocolate, why are they considered opposites?

9) Do some things taste almost like cinnamon even when they're not supposed to, like coconut items or lemon juice? More broadly, how much does individual perception of the world vary in both sensation and processing?

Thanks to @chainedinshadow for the idea - I don't have answers to all of these, but would certainly be interested in hearing what you all think (particularly on 3&4, because there are certainly days when it feels like I'm on the other side of the glass and trying to figure out what's going on with 'everyone else'). For clarification, 1 is because people will give you the weirdest looks for saying blue is a happy or calm or exuberant color, and I'm not entirely sure if they think of only one specific version (like Crayola blue, maybe?) but I love Copenhagen blue.

My memory of you is altered daily when we talk.

My dreams of you are more and more vivid.

The rain seems to fall slower now and when I'm lonely I remember how you waited for me.

I remember your smile.

And your changing eyes.

You've said before that you didn't understand romantic love so I want to explain it to you in a way you'll understand.

Well.

Romantic love is that rope I tied around your wrist that's connected to my heart

And the farther away you get, the more I feel that pull.

Your name is like a song stuck in my head.

I cannot help but fit you into every simile and metaphor.

Two days ago when we talked I was feeling okay until I looked over at you sitting so close literally two feet away

And I remembered the intensity with which I love you and we are so very close

If only the clock didn't move so fast

Then maybe I could catch you before you walked out the door.

Well.

Maybe you have not felt love.

Maybe you have, but not for me.

Roses are red violets are blue your body now has a strange colored hue, i slit you up and tore you down and tried to bury you beneath the ground your body rose bloody red I tried to fill you full of lead it didn't work I fucking tried this merciful act of homicide, you died real slow and burned to fast oh how I wanted it all to last roses are red violets are blue my life has blossomed without a trace of you.