When I said it was love I meant it
But the past came back
It erased the present and future
It rewrote the story
And took credit for it all

Now the past is back
Two different past are back
The one who rewrote the story
And the one who was creating the original story

The one who rewrote the story
Regrets it
They can’t write
They write these words
They took from others

The one who was creating the story
Is gone
They are missing
And nobody is looking for them

Now all the story
Is just a pile of papers
Mixed together
Scribbles
Nonsense

The end of a story

That was never completed