Anyone who feels like a story ended on them before it could even begin, come along! Take "We had an end to this story, but no beginning" as your title and go on...
WE HAD AN END TO THIS STORY, BUT NO BEGINNING.
Drown me in my books instead,
Shatter me right into every single page.
And as I suffocate to the dust of your withered sheets,
You’ll slam door after door,
Smash window after window,
Build wall after wall
That I collapse upon.
Hidden letters and withheld sentences.
I was torn in these striking colors
Of black and white
And faded yellow.
The ridiculous hellos and goodbyes,
All that’s left of ripped cries
Of one lost and one found.
As I search for my way out,
You close the book on me one more time.
And I drown.