Ask me again. 

Ask me again what happened. 

So I can tell you how a disguised prince stole my heart and sold it cheap for another 

Ask me why he would do something like that so I can look at you with tears in my eyes saying “I don’t know” 

Ask what he did to me so I can explain in depth how even after the same thing had happened to him, and he saw how much I had been hurt, and after all the promises he made to me while crossing his fingers behind his back, he took every organ in my body and lit them on fire. 

Ask me so I can tell you how the boy I thought would be my future so easily gave up the present that we had, wrapped up in a bow with broken lipstick stains gracing the crumpled wrapping paper