mobbleberry:

He put her there, 

up on that lofty pedestal. 

“She belongs to myth’s and fairy tales“ 

He kept telling himself.   

Meanwhile, all alone up there 

she sat convinced that he had left her on the shelf. 

Hurling her shoes at him to get some attention, 

curled up with the clouds

desperate for affection.

She didn’t want to be worshipped, 

or be a deity of his pride. 

It’s a sad little tale, 

of a love that will only ever fail.

For he adored her, 

and she mistook it for loathing.