This is my story.
Do not assume that you
Are the hero, even though
I dedicated a lot of
Lengthy chapters to you.
You are just a
Leaf passing through,
Leaving a slight impression
On a few pages and
A pop of colour among
Some black and white words.
You are a spot of blue ink
Left in the corner, as I wrote
Quickly and passionately
On white blank pages.
You are the muse I loved
Enough to write into my story
And spend time nurturing,
Creating something beautiful
However long it may have lasted.
But do not forget,
Even for a second that
This is my story.
However incomplete or
nonsensical it may seem.
However narcissistic I may sound.
How many ever hours
I spent crafting it.
Rough
Draft
Over
Rough
Draft.
**
This is my story.**