Treated Like Broken Glass Poem by Randy McClave

As a fairy tale once told
I truly treated her like gold,
All she had to do was only ask
And not wear a deceptive mask.
Whatever that she wanted she had
My purpose for living was to make her glad,
I knew where she had came from, and been;
She treated me like tin.

As in a fairy tale I wanted it to be
I saw her as a elegant ruby,
Her ways and acts I could never condemn
In my heart she was a priceless gem.
Whatever she requested I did
My affection and wants for her I never hid,
I knew that she was from a lower class;
She treated me like broken glass.

As like a fairy tale the story it ended
Her love for me was all pretended,
I truly thought that I had a happily ever after
But, all that I heard from her was laughter.
I ate the apple and pricked my thumb on a thorn
For me, not once did she ever mourn,
I was hoping and praying for a chapter two;
But, never did she say, "I Love You".

Randy L. McClave