You told me that her chapter was over You told me that I was a new beginning How could you whisper so delicately When you were keeping me from the truth
You anticipated a short story But you promised me a novel
You tore out so many of my blank pages I didn’t know how to keep writing from there
I was thrilled when I found out Someone had picked up your story But quickly replaced it Just like you had done to mine
Though you tried to pick up writing From where you bent my page I will not let you ruin The few pages I’ve managed to save.