These Glass Slippers

The world begins in this green grass glade

Everything seems to be at the height of perfection

Honestly, who could ask for more?

I carefully wrap my arms around you

But you decide there is no time for affection

No time for my feelings of love; after all they are petty.

You carefully shrug off my arms,

I am now your discarded frock

Smudging away the tears, I stand strong and wait

You come back months later, wanting my love

But all I have left is this frigid look in my eyes

And a tight-lipped response: No!

Disbelief has flooded your face or perhaps disappointment

I am afraid those glass slippers just won’t fit

Sorry dear but I won’t be your damsel anymore.