Final Chapter

CATEGORY

life

i could never imagine myself
in your book,
written as an idea on your pages
trying to define me with definitions
that have no actual connection
to the words being used,
at least not by you.
words like:
       beautiful, appreciated
   intelligent, wonderful,
     needed, wanted,
            Loved.
no connection.
i could never imagine myself
in your book,
beautifully typed on lavender pages
that never stick together when you turn them.
no crimps, no creases, no rips or tears;
seemingly perfect.
i could never imagine myself
in your book,
chapters lined with creative metaphors
and imagery to stimulate the senses
of those whose eyes and minds solicit
themselves to be bought by your
bewitching lies.
i could never imagine myself in your book.
but what i can create in this book
called my life
is the final chapter
of a non-existent relationship
that was built around the imagination
of having a
   real man
         versus
the reality of having
        you.