He was smooth but not understanding
He was charming but not loyal
He was beautiful but a manipulator    
I knew this would come to and end
I knew I was a fool
He was secure but brought my insecurity
He was strong inside but not loving
He was my first but never mine

Press me against you
Like flowers in a book

i betray myself every night,
when i sneak off
and see you in my dreams.

I was like a rose before
guarded by thorns
protecting itself
from predators

but then you came
you're not afraid of thorns
and then you pick me out
leaving me
.
.
.

broken
.
.
the thorns grew again
strong and firm this time
but then you came back
far different from before

you're like a butterfly
that enchanted me
so i let my guard down

Seemed as if we were both reading the same book.
I knew one of us would outpace the other.
..Most likely it would be me.
I guess I am too eager to see what unfolds on the next few pages.

But for whatever reason, and with no warning, you put your book down.
The rest of the pages in my book become empty.
Flipping back and forth doesn't help.
As soon as the pages start to tear I realize I have to put mine down now.

This isn't the first story I've found where the words just disappear.
No happy ending.
No ending at all..
Just another unfinished adventure...

I can't keeping living
like there's a nightmare behind
every last corner

3:57 PM
28/10/20