Listen to: SYML – Where’s My Love
And if this were someone else’s story, they would write me off because I am taking up too much space and the margins of the page are much too tight for the both of us. They would write me off quietly, accidentally; ‘things were never meant to happen this way’, they’d say, and your broken voice would be muffled behind page numbers that count down the few times we touched indiscreetly in a chapter no one ought to read anymore. No, this story belongs to me, and I want to edit out all the moments I thought you were some kind of tragic hero fit for a century that makes heroes out of everyone else but me. I want to edit out the em dashes and ellipses when you still had something to say and I’d stopped you with a mouth that was never made for talking.
If this were someone else’s story, they would write me off because I am taking up too much space and the margins are much too tight for the both of us. But this story belongs to me, now, and you can always stop reading.