I'd stay up all night
Waiting for you to wake.
Time difference didn't matter
When I had you as my caffine.

Talking about a false future
And broken promises.
Did you know how the book was going to end?
I think we both did.
I've given you enough lives to know how the story goes.

Give up after the first chapter
Then throw me in the trash.
Just a distraction untill you find a worthy novel.

As the reader
Your perception on things is up to you.
Maybe you're right.
Maybe I'm not right for your twisted mind
And if so, i ask you to never pick me up again.

Your eyes are no longer radiant over my pages
As they were fueled by my sadness.

I have run out of lives for you.
So I have no more sadness.