head leaning against the window pane.
the rain pounding on the glass.
the storm raging outside
as well as inside.
staring out the window,
but not really seeing.
the book of fairytales slips from her lap.
the happy endings crash to the floor.
she tilts her head to look
at the broken binding,
the dead dreams.
dreams that betrayed her.
filled her with false hope.
laughed as she wished upon a star.
allowed her to believe in happy endings.
dreams that let her fall in love
and then just let her fall.
she turns her face away.
she doesnt believe in fairytales anymore.