it's what i read about
there are certain tropes that have my heart-
usually it's anything with best friends,
or second chances,
half the time i don't even realize that's what the books about when i pick it up.
but when i start-
there's no going back,
i have to see it through.
Every sentence and page,
every image and gasp,
every laugh and memory of you that flashes.
i have to keep going until i reach the end.
then i'm left to sit with myself and o have to remember-
it isn't our end.
our lives are so much different than any of these books i keep by my bed.
the pages are so clearly marked while we've always been such a mess.
this one talks about her wishing she had a home-
he was her home.
the little moments they mention and relive,
the memories they share,
the inside jokes,
all these strings that tie them together-
bonded for life.
Not even The Fates could cut what holds them together,
what keeps them alive.
i love to read, really i do-
but when i finish a book i'm left to sit with myself,
and remember that their life is not ours,
you have your home and it's quite the handful-
while i'm still searching for one,
i don't belong here,
we've always known it,
but now it's time i go.
No more second chances,
no more glances that linger for a little too long,
i'm done searching for the name of the emotions in your eyes when i should just leave.
i promise that once i go,
you'll know.
