The past few weeks I’ve been
Re-reading the novel we wrote together.
And I haven’t decided
What the ending means just yet.

But I prefer the lives of the characters,
Because when things get tough
I can just go back.
And revisit the last few chapters
(Back when things were good),
Soon finding the strength to smile again.

Well, I already know how the story goes.
But I keep turning, hoping for a different ending.
A drum desperately pounds,
Headed straight towards tragedy.

The faded words are bleeding deep.
The ink will form tattoos on our bodies,
Cover the places no one else dared touch before.
They stain our skin and form new scars.

Last night I dreamt of your betrayal,
Just to wake up and remember it all over again.
Only to realize
That none of it ever even happened.