I spend my nights curled up with books filled with people I've never met but whose lives I wish I had lived
Frayed and worn from over reading and misuse
In this one the girl meets a boy and he doesn't break her heart
He doesn't blur the lines and says exactly what he means and what he wants
He doesn't use her to fill the void of his loneliness
He kisses her and the next day he isn't taken away from her by somebody else
She has a wonderful family
The mother isn't sick and is still married to the father
And the Grandfather never touched her the way mine touched me
She still has her innocence and isn't confused by what love was
And people can touch her without her feeling repulsed
She was full of trust and a naivety I sometimes wish I still had
But I don't
So I live my life through words and phrases of people who were made up
Because in the real world I find my reflection hard to bear