Prince Charming climbed
this tower of despair
after you left.
His voice was as gentle
as an April drizzle
and his touch was velvet.
Never a harsh word or raised hand.
He kissed the bruises
until they disappeared.
He was unwaveringly charismatic,
intuitive, and good.
Handsome too.
And I could never love him for it.
So here I sit, waiting
in these four corners of despair.
for your return?
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