i've always lived

in a deck of cards, once a house,

crumbled when your breath

blew it down,

of course, from the wreckage i

crawled, calling your name like a

vow, a wish, some kind of promise i made to

a childhood friend,

"when we grow up,

will you marry me?"

and i said yes,

because we were only children,

and you were prince charming

when i was cinderella.