Pretty Broken Things

Fairytales

And then we grew up

And suddenly bad guys

Stopped wearing capes and

Started looking beautiful

Blue eyes and barbed wire

And alluring pristine smiles

And all the frogs were toads

And all the princesses were paupers

Wishes on stars became dust

And true loves kisses died

And were replaced with

Sloppy, stolen, salty tears and

Fairytales became just stories

And then nothing at all.