‘ To loves end’

I can see now, you were never

Gonna let me in. As we got older,

We seem to be at a loss for words.

Could never be your picture perfect fantasy,

Being the ‘girl-next-door’ was never the

Real me. It was all built in my head. Oh, I created

a whole storyline out of all those pretty words

you said. The narrative was lost in the echoes

Of my own broken heart.