She was a story
She taught you how to love
How to hate
She taught you who you are
But she’s fake

I’m not a story
But I’m an open book
I could teach you the same and more
If you just take time to take a look

I’m not a perfectly planned
Perfectly worded
Problems solved story

I’m a book, a cracked spine book
Ripped pages, words washed away by tears
A little broken but depth and meaning and layers
Wishes, hopes and dreams but held back by fear