Lee Renard Caspian

This isn't that kind of story...

If my life was a novel, it wouldn't be the one

where boy meets girl and they rule the world.

The one where her flaws make her lovely and interesting

and all kinds of perfect. 

Where he kisses her scars and shows her the stars

and tells her that they are infinite.

But this isn't that kind of story.

 

If my life was a novel, it wouldn't be the one

where the heroine rises up from the ashes like a phoenix.

The one where she fights back and rises up 

and learns to be a warrior.

Where she raises her sword in victory

with the demons dead at her feet.

But this isn't that kind of a story.

 

If my life was a novel, it wouldn't be the one

two messed up people watch the world burn.

The one where they drive far and run fast

and scream swears up at the sky.

Where the outcast band together, fingers laced 

in a glorious display.

But this isn't that kind of story.

 

If my life was a novel, it wouldn't be the one

where the community fights together to survive. 

The one where they rise above and overcome

and build a fortress on the rocks.

Whey they fight for each other and with each other

beating back the night.

But this isn't that kind of story. 

 

This is the story of the invisible girl.

The one where I am drowning while watching 

everyone around me find their breath.

Where I slip beneath the blood-tinged waves

as you scream at me to swim. 

It's the kind of story you just wish would end.

Comments1

  • Candlewitch

    hello,

    many different stories expressed here. the saddest one comes last. very well expressed. I have been there, it is lonely. I wish you all the best.

    always, Cat



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