you've written yourself into my story,
many pages and chapters you have starred in.

i have done the same.
at least i hope i am a supporting character.
but you're a close book,
and it's hard to see how i fit into your story.

our story.

the chapter we're on right now,
where am i?

tell me our story.

i held the pen you've given me years ago,
but i lost it yesterday.

but i was given a new one,
by a teacher who knew how i felt.

it's not black,
but green ink.

i want to know what character i play in your story.
the childhood friend?
the lover?
that girl at school?

because what you are in my story isn't just a character that passes by.

so i hold a new pen,
and instead of a monochrome story,
i hope i bring color to your life.
like how you bring red to mine.

doll me up and fill my heart, i know you'd mess me up from the start.

so take me on ride.

first gear, second gear, third gear, the feelings change.

now everything's a blur and the breaks won't work. the pedals refuse to push, just like you as i stare.

shifting, shifting, fourth gear... then, back down, down, down. third gear, second gear, a sharp right turn.

we'd don't know where we'll end up.