There’s a lie after that-
Before the promise.

I want to explain
Yet realize that with all the words
I still couldn’t reach much passed your belly.

And I’m tired of this run down trap-
The door I open
To find myself in torn whore’s clothes.
Again.

There’s not much surprise in this story-
The cake and Cinderella-
The laughter
And the way the clothes fall.

Grounded-
Only enough to catch the spark
And leave
Only to return the next day.