This is a story that we all come to know:
Boy meets girl
Alone at night, in the street lamp's glow,
You offered me a story
Of danger, of pain, of the unknown
I took your hand and I followed you.
The story moves on, the same pattern
To a different fit
Girl trusts boy, and that was it.
You were different, you were new,
I looked up to your certainty
As we lay, naked, side by side,
You ebbed and flowed, I learnt your body
As you looked anywhere but my eyes.
In this story there is flying,
But there are monsters too
And a cliff hanger, as we wait and wonder
Not where the monster is, but who.
The girl never loved the boy, I never loved you
But I waited like a canvas, I waited for you.
The boy ends the story,
As the winners will,
But the girl doesn't know: she cares, still.
No love, no passion, no friendship there
But I kept coming back,
I thought you cared.
No one told me this story, no one sold me this book
But I think the last page was a single look.
The girl leaves the boy, isn't that the way?
Because he gives her no option, no reason to stay
The mystery gone, the questions mundane
You offered me a story, and it was one of pain.
I took your hand, and shut my eyes tight
I wanted to believe your story ended right.
That's not the end to the stories we live,
You held out a story, but I had more to give.
