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modern cinderella

or when i attempt to write contemporary poetry because letters are not in vouge.

there are things i cannot say
to your face so i write them
down (on instagram spam
accounts where only the
trusted can follow) for you
to see and you always ask:
were you talking about me?
what did i do wrong?

OLD FASHIONS DIE HARD:
yes, i was, no you never did
anything wrong, it was just
me, me, me, me, me, me, me.

TODAY (OR TOMORROW):
darling, i'm not prince charming,
but you're a modern cinderella,
and if the shoe fits, then you're the
cinderella
i don't
ever
want to see
after twelve.

(there's no happy ending for this one.)

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a/n: finally not a draft but still as trashy. insp by my own use of "if the shoe fits, wear it", and to the mutual, all i gotta say is that if the shoe fits, wear it and walk away. better for you and better for me.