I will never be Cinderella.
I will never possess humility.
If I had taken the tiara off sooner,
I might've understood ambiguity.

And though poetry is an "interpret as you may",
I dug it the grave of a thieving valet.
Its complexity was the noose
I slipped around my neck.
You dealt beautifully with an emotional train wreck.

And I refused to realize then how badly I had hurt you.
I wish I could reiterate how much I loved you too.

...wish I could love...
...but after how badly I hurt you...
...must understand that I never meant to...

My emotions were too much for even me.
Still I shouldn't have given them up so thoughtlessly.

They say interpret poetry as you will.
Even if it has the side effects of this bitter pill.
Its complexity became the noose
I slipped around my neck
Thinking you were too beautiful to be a wreck.

I will never be Cinderella.
I will never enjoy things for what they are.
I want to be the innocent one so badly,
But it's gotten me nowhere so far.