Open Book.

Is it possible for me to put down the book without real end ?

The last chapter in the book still left unread

Or is there more to the story ? A part 2 or 3 ?

Too scared to look, too impatient to wait and see

Trust isn't something so freely given

Yet I'm lost in words & lies, told & written

Sitting in the centre of the world of make believe

Flipping through pages in hopes I can achieve...

The kind of fairy tale that I've always dreamed

Writing the definition of love, changing it, so it seemed

Eyes flying across the words of the story that you wrote

Becomming all too familiar with your lines & quotes

If it's possible to rewrite the book believe me I would

Change it so that it's for MY greater good

But the book's already written, the book without real end

The last chapter still very much left unread

- Pookie.

I wrote this pretty early this year, although a lot of you may not know what the hell I'm on about, it may be all over the place and there's no constant flow; the words and meaning behind it have great significance to me so I thought I'd post it up here. When I wrote it I was crying, an emotional wreck and had no sense of direction, so now reading it back I realize just how far I've come from that place. The closure I was so greatly seeking when I wrote this I no longer need nor do I want it,I realize that I did manage to rewrite the end of the book & the book just as it is all DID work for my greater good. I've grown.

xoxo