The End Poem by India Wallace

Tears fall freely
From bloodshot eyes
Sobs escape through dry lips
Remembering all your strategic lies

Happy endings,
I've read in fairytales
Filled with love and laughter
A white dress and lacy vales

But this,
This is not how i thought it would be
Nothing like the fairytales
Just your image haunting me

Happy endings?
No, they are not real
Endings are filled with heartache
And wounds that never heal