Write it Away: Rereading

Our story is starting to become a novel

Of repetition

We only write the same words

So many times before they lose meaning

I love you

Suddenly it's nothing

I feel nothing

No, wait

I am scared

You were suppose to be the ending

To my thriller

But you keep trying to tear out pages

That you no longer like

But the ink cannot be erased

And neither can my tears

Or the cracks in my heart that spell out your name in the most beautiful handwriting

But

I miss you

I miss feeling

And hearing the need in my voice

For your hand to be in mine

Now I pull away

Because we've already written that chapter

And now I know how it ends

A novel can only be a best seller once

We had our fifteen minutes

Time to close the book

Can't keep rereading the happy times

Now they lack meaning

Now they're past tense

I loved you

I missed you

But I'm writing a new book

And it's not a sequel

Write it Away