My heart was open
Like a book, you turned each page.
Stopping halfway through.
Tell me how it ends.
I wonder if we’re happy now,
Or forever lost.
You only read part
So you can’t know the answer.
In unturned pages.
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We write new chapters for ourselves! 😉 💜
I wrote this going to bed, and was thinking how he never really wanted to know what was in my heart. Never wanted to understand me, it was all about him. Well…you’re right. New chapters, and a magnificent story which he will never ever read. His loss. I read his book, and it’s sad and lonely. No thanks.