you use to read me like a book
making up different stories about me that were true
for you told me i reminded you of your favorite character
they were someone who had dreamed of being with
and i was them, the perfect specimen in your eyes
i was the story you had been craving to change, to edit
you wanted to me to be your happy ending
but i wasn't
for i was me and not them
and you didnt like that
so you decided to close the book
ending the story suddenly