Hang on, stitching together your page...
So my hopeful heart now meets its end.
I am not the one
you chose another.
My worst enemy is now your lover.
From this hurt I doubt I will recover.
I need you to be my friend.
Set aside your judgement
don’t assume you can label me a cold and heartless
self-important fairy story princess.
Don’t enwrap me in those faded artless
words you’ve warped upon your loom.