Life Beneath The Words At Play

Cinderella fantasy

I'm waiting for you to come, but maybe it's best I leave.

I see you in the window wiping your tears. I want to climb into you and hand you a tissue, but you told me to wait outside while you went inside to make a call.

You don't pick up the phone. You don't even look through the window.

Eyes are locked in the mirror. Is there something I'm missing? Is there someone else waiting for you?

I can make you feel like you're not falling past the midnight strike. You're forever going to be Cinderella at the ball dancing with the prince you've always dreamt of.

You don't have to ride a pumpkin wagon or fear your horses turn to mice. Your glass slippers will stay on your feet all night as we prance around til the morning sun shines over us, making your eyes sparkle like the stars in the sky that night,

but you won't accept my invite to the ball. You don't want me to climb up your wall. I just wanted to give you a fantasy to unwind.

I call out to you, hoping you sing back and harmonize.

I hear the sirens pulling closer. The street flashes light. Red and blue lights the sky.

I glance back into your window and see you staring back, locking eyes. You still cry because you didn't let me take you away from the truth. You don't want to live in this reality.

You clutch your phone, hoping the line on the other end can save you. You know that won't stop me.
Only I am your savior.

I'll still be waiting outside. I'm going to wait until you've made the right decision and regret your mistake of making them take me.

You look away, hiding your face as they throw handcuffs my way.

I know this isn't what you wanted. Every girl dreams of a fairytale ending. You had me until they locked me up for wanting to let you have that fantasy.

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This was a pretty long poem, and I had to actually force myself to stop writing so I wouldn't go on forever. It practically feels like a short story to me, but there is meaning in it. If it isn't obvious, the poem is told from the perspective of a stalker looking into the victims window waiting for the cops to show up. So how I would interpret the poem is as a girl you hope to live a fantasy and find that dream guy, but the closest thing you'll get to it in this reality is a stalker standing outside your door promising you a false escape into an unrealistic fairytale. Comment what you think! I'm interested in knowing how it can be interpreted differently :)