Story

Author's Notes: Written last July 19.

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We knew characters and plots
and made verses out of nothing.
We talked in symbols and metaphors,
and made stories out of all our days.
Our love was a [literary] happening,
sprinkled with glimmers in its cracks.
We scribbled oaths into the earth,
in days I still believed all that.

We were heroes in our own right,
with the nerve to try and prove
that the rest of the world was wrong.
When we showed all the readers of our story
that we would end it in the stars.
It's just a shame that you and I both
couldn't appreciate what [we] are.

So take our pen and count the words,
embedded with all we didn't do.
When our tragedies collided
and didn't agree with all our smiles.
Chisel out the memories in the pouring rain,
when our intricacies were meshed
in the corners of our world.
And unravel the story
of when I was once your girl.