an ode to the loveless, these are for you.

cinderella story

gold;
drape me in it.
inject it into my veins so it courses through me,
make it swallow me whole.
order the most extravagant ballroom gown and pay extra to have flakes of gold woven into the fabric so i can glisten the same way your eyes do.

we can meet at the ball and your eyes can trace me up and down,
you'll take my hand.
the dance floor will clear and we will spin about to every corner,
laugher will fill the space we left behind us.

in those hours you will know you want to put a crown on my head and a diamond on my ring finger.
But when the clock strikes midnight?

then you'll truly be sure.

my golden gown will turn into a hoodie and ripped jeans,
my heels into dirty vans which are coming apart at the toe area.
you'll watch me run, but i won't allow you to chase.
i'll hide in the forest, where no one can see me without the fancy facade i put on for the spectacles.

i hope you don't listen to me, i hope you chase.

i'll run, goddamn i'll run.

chase me.

(inspired by the photo ^)