Dear Second Chapter,
I went to the bookstore today. I'm sure you know which novel I picked out first. You've been in between my tear-stained pages and pen for so long, I know you wouldn't be surprised that I pulled out a novel with the greatest kind of tragedy, dying for love in vain. Could you imagine if that had happened to us? What if I had taken that bullet for you and you had left me there to embrace a slow and painful death? What if you had ripped me apart, and molded me into your favorite kind of phone call to make when you couldn't breathe, and I never answered?
What if you embodied the ominous villain with a pair of golden eyes and a lonely heart lurking about in my twisted thoughts and I ended up saving myself the grief of loving you?
I can hear you laughing, the sound of it echoing throughout the dimly lit hallways in my veins. You don't like it when I talk about finishing our burning book of lust. Severing the cords that bound us together, would only cause you to skip the chapter where I rescue you from the screams of self-doubt, trying to break free from your plastic skin when you're around me.
Sincerely,
Your Unhappy Ending.
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Sharlene Alba
Full of raw and unfiltered fluid poems, short stories and prompts on love, sex, relationships and life. I also review haircare, skincare and other beauty products. Instagram: grungefirepoetry MissBeautyBargain Facebook: grungefirepoetry
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