Books

Our story always ends the same

No matter how many pages I turn

In the end

I’m the friend in need

And you’re the main character, always having to help me

I try to rip the pages out

I Miss The Old You

When we first met

I had no idea

You would become so important to me

But I’m starting to wish

We never met

Now I’m forced to remember you

there’s this gaping hole

            in my heart

yet they never noticed i was