The last knock was so quiet
Barely she heard the rattle
Out of curiosity she peered outside

Standing there deshevled
Was her long lost prince
Her heart broke, but not her pride

She asked him what he wanted
He asked to be let in
Tired of being used she closed the door

Feeling so awful
And dreadfully sad
She crumbled onto the floor

She was not rich or pretty
Had nothing left to give
But time and energy he always took

Away from her future
Away from her pack
From the outside toxic it looked

She had been drunk on dreams
Had eaten so much potential
But her children were starving and thin

Eventually she woke up
From the trance they called love
And decided no more would she give in

She sent him on his way
Her beautiful prince
And told him to find himself

She focused on happiness
Joy and laughter
Nevermore waiting on the shelf

Time passed as it does
Everything smooth downstream
And again she heard that knock

Not any more
She thought to herself
And ‘that’ door she did lock.