Last Pages
When you're used to falling
In love with book characters,
You get used to the fact
That the beautiful boy with the
Dark, burning eyes...
Is not for you.
Pretend he's yours for
A few scenes,
But you will have to
Give him back...
He's already been written
Into a love story that
Will never include you-
He's already found
His heroine,
And it's not you.
It will never be you...
If it makes you happy,
You can pretend.
Pretend you are her,
Pretend that he could
Be yours...
Pretending is fine;
You'll be okay if you
Just remember that words
Don't become true just
Because you read them
Out loud-
Forever and always
Only lasts until the last page...
And there is always a last page.
Don't let your heart break
Over the last page-
I'm used to last pages,
But he is the last page
Of a book I don't want
To close...
I want to keep him
Close...
But he needs to go
Back to his story...
I guess I need
To go back
To mine.
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