"I was standing on the edge of

  The cliff, waiting for you.

  Days turned to weeks,

  And then those weeks became

  Months, and then years."

  Yet you never showed up.

  You had the nerve to leave me up

  in cold and bad weather.

  How dare you, you never even called!

  Not even a call from you managed to slip

  Through the cracks of the

  Thick forest, black forest you made

  Me call home.

  I stood there in my blue dress,

  A gown of sapphire hue, adorned with

  Glistening blue and white crystals, each

  Sparkle a testament to the sky's brilliance,

  And my feet, cradled in delicate glass slippers,

  Tinted with the same shade of blue

  Reflecting the tranquil depths of a serene ocean.

  that you Loved so much because you

  Abused your power, that made me hide

  Behind a mask of hurt and broken dreams.

  Reflecting the tranquil depths of a serene ocean.

  Wind blowing in my direction, spreading

  the dress thin, embracing the air, floating

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  with the clouds, awaiting someone—

  You, to catch me and guide me back

  to a secure haven. Somewhere to land,

  and find safety in your embrace.

  But no, you locked me in that cage,

  The cage outside the forest on the

  Edge of the cliff, where you leave

  Everyone and everything rots, or

  In your own words “to preserve its beauty”

  You had no right to cage me up,

  Just because you saw me, and

  I was crying in your arms.

  You hear. Just because I was weak at that

  Moment, and you happen to be there

  doesn't mean, that you can just,

  Pick me up broken and weak

  And decide that you will “fix me”.

  By putting me in that cage of

  golden structure, that you made

  For your bird, your weak bird,

  That you value so much, the bird

  That you killed so effortlessly

  And you put me there to replace

  Her, and make you feel again, no.

  You left me in that forest, that is

  Among the danger that is all type of

  Beasts and creatures that feed on fear.

  Yet I foolishly fell in love with you,

  I bleed for your love, and you had

  The nerve to put me

  In the same cage as the wolves.

  In the same cage where your last

  “Bird” died.

  How does that make you feel?

  You killing me, just because you

  Are afraid of this thing called love?

  was that your version of love?

  well I am gone now so, go on

  abuse your power to the others,

  but know that there is a limit to your

  abuse, and one day I hope I see you

  in a cage too