swinging on her skirt laces

Don't you just hate it when you get all twisted up inside. Wanting to curse the gods for being so unfair in the moment, and Fate a true cold hearted bitch to dangle something so lovely in front of your face but keep it just out of reach. It keeps you on tip toes stretching till it feels like every muscle in your body may snap from the tension you keep. It's so close, almost there you can graze it with your finger tips, feel it's silky softness and with every time it caresses the edge of your world your heart races and you try just a little bit harder to reach. That's when it happens something inside you snaps and your left like crumpled rag doll on the the floor, broken and tattered with the beautiful thing completely out of your reach now. It just dances off the breeze from Fate's skirt laces. As she dangles her legs off over the edge of the clouds that hover over the dark pit that can be this planet. She shakes her head and clicks her tong with this knowing smile of, "poor poor broken toy of mine, what ever will I do with you, when ever will you learn?"