I  wish that I was a book.
I'd read the ending first,
To see if it all gets better,
Or if everything gets worse.
Happy little tragedy,
That everything I love
Happens to be
Bad for me.
Considered Shakespearian,
Depending on what year I'm in.
Hear me in your head,
I'm something you've read.
Wisdom is sung,
Nonsense is said.

I don't wanna ruin it,
But I edited the part
With you in it,
And now I can lie to the world
About how we met.
Stabbed me in the paperback.
So many pages saved for that.
I gotta say,
You are my favourite regret.

Tossed me away,
Like a tattered novel
On the shelf.
Turning the page,
And I'm on another chapter.
Over heartbreak,
Onto laughter.
An autobiography
Writes itself.