They said your poems were beautiful.
In them, you described a love that was never really there. You made them feel things you never actually felt, imagined the type of relationship people would fawn over, and wrote it down.
They fell for it. Such fools.
When you actually did fall in love, nothing sounded right. Your words just couldn't do it justice. For once, something was greater than they were.
But in the end, it all fell into pieces.
Words claimed you again. And this time, you knew you were going to stay.
