The Narrative

let the night ignite us just right.
if we perish in these flames.
so you can still see us smile . . .
all the while hiding the shame.
bury us alive in glass caskets.
face to face, now close your eyes.
cherish these last moments.
forever, this is forever, goodbye.
another summer romance between these broken book ends.
and i am promising you again, to never read the end.
another summer romance between these broken book ends.
and i am promising you again, to never write the end.
stay, stay focused because the end is quickly approaching.
the authors outcome is bleak and she never looked more inviting.
we, we all still fall in love with your tragedy because you sell it so well.
and i, i fall in love with you more with each story that you sell.
another summer romance between these broken book ends.
and i am promising you again, to never read the end.
another summer romance between these broken book ends.
and i am promising you again, to never write the end.
it is a miracle that i am still standing here. disappear.
never, you never looked so incomplete.
the ghost will finally sleep and all of the people will quietly weep.
close the cover on the book and you will see.
another summer romance between these broken book ends.
and i am promising you again, to never read the end.
another summer romance between these broken book ends.
and i am promising you again, to never write the end.
it is a miracle that i am still standing here.
disappear.