Kings of Hicktown and
Dames of Instability.
Even though I fall second of three,
I bear the unwelcome honor of
standing next in line for the throne.
I am the Queen of Hearts
falling more and more in love
with every broken and beautiful soul
I encounter.
I used to chisel off
bits of my heart
everywhere that I had fallen in love.
My flightiness has rendered this world
a fairytale, with heartstrings strewn like
breadcrumbs,
glass slippers,
and half-eaten poisoned apples
far as the eye can see.
All of the Queen's horses and
all the Queen's men
could search an eternity
and never find all the pieces.
My heart of stone reduced to
nothing but a pebble.