I fell in love with a writer.
I was his reader.
While he was writing,
I was falling
and I was breaking.
For I know that he is a writer
and I am just a reader.
Everytime he writes,
I read his smiles.
I'm not just a fan of books and letters,
but also fond of eyes and gestures.
I know when he lies
I can see it through his eyes.
He lied to me, when he said "our story was done"
And I lied to him, when I said "it must be a lovely one".
I read it and smiled.
I left and cried
For I know that it was not me,
not anymore the subject of his poetry.
I was busy reading their love story.
And literally, our story was done.
Now he's gone.
What did I do?
What can I do?
When I was just a reader
who fell in love with a writer.

- blackpaige // A reader writer.
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