• Generic.
    Cliché.
    What more
    can I say?
    Meet
    by fate;
    end
    just so.
    Once upon a time…

    They were different
    to say the least.
    Intelligent.
    Blonde.
    Spontaneous.
    Uncaring—
    unknowing—
    of what they’d become.

    The brain,
    the beauty;
    the stupid,
    the ugly.
    Marked by
    words,
    and looks
    alone.
    What lied—
    inside—
    unknown.

    Betrayed—
    blunt.
    To the point.
    Exact.
    Left
    broken
    alone,
    in a barren,
    desolate place.
    No help.
    No salvation.
    No friends.
    And they all lived
    happily never after…