there was never any ending...
it's what i waited for, what i yearned for.
the closure to that beautifully chaotic chapter.
"the end" was never written at the end of our love affair.
no conclusion to ease my soul... no bidding you adieu.
i'm left to create my own ending to this tragic saga.
not sure to hate you, or to place blame upon my own self for not fully reading the "tragedy" caution on the front cover.
i was so lost in the enchantment and wander of the words you had so carefully written for me that i sometimes even forgot to breathe.
your words kept me so enthralled.
my nose was stuck in your pages as if it were sewn directly into your seams.
bound (to you) and published without a final chapter.
it's a never written, never ending story of hopeless despair...
i'm left waiting for the conclusion to a story that will never have an end.
-b
