pages.

in every page i turned

i read every promise you ever made

in every song i heard

i listened to the ways you had said you'd stay

in every movie i saw

the picture you painted of us shone more vividly

but i did not let those pages cut me,

i did not let those songs silence me,

and i did not let those movies blind me

because, like them, you were a story that was too good to be true;

although reality might never be as sweet

it will never be as suffocating

as i felt

when i was

with you