The story is over
I close the book
Trace my hand over the back cover
Letting the feeling linger
Then fade
Fade to the next stage of my life
Out of the light and back to the shadow
Back to the dark club rooms
The drinks and the long nights
The feeling of a strangers body pressed against mine
Recalling my favorite chapters from before
How you used to love me
How I used to touch you
Replay my favorite paragraph
Itās almost enough to be real
But itās not real
And his lips arenāt yours
and all these words I say to him are lies
Lies that used to be sacred oath to you and I
Scrawled across the pages of our story
Over and over
But the book has ended now
And Iām alone
Alone in a bed that doesnāt smell like you anymore , sheets wrinkled by another.
I miss the book more than ever












