You used to wrap yourself in fairy tales like a blanket. But it was the cold you loved.

Sharp shivers as you uncovered the corpses of Bluebeard’s wives. Sweeter goose bumps as Prince Charming slid one glass slipper over your little toes, a perfect fit.

But by the schoolyard, real princesses floated by you on fall winds. You saw the gulf between you and the rich girls, and vowed to stop believing in fairy tales. But the stories were in you, deep as poison. If Prince Charming was real, if he could save you. You needed to be saved from the unfairness of everything...when would he come?

Didn’t you want this? To be loved? Didn’t you want him to crown you? Didn’t you ask for it?Didn’t you ask for it? Didn’t you ask for it?

So say you can live like this. Say you love him, say thank you, say anything but the truth. What if you can’t love him back?