No Characters In My Story
I look around,
I find them with
overexaggerated grins
tugging their muscles.
It satisfies me
a bit.
At least I'll have
a story to tell.
True, I still dwell
on characters that've
parted from the story.
But these characters
are my favorites.
Some have been
there since the start,
their eloquent words making
their way into my heart.
Others joined a bit later,
and everything about them
made the plot greater.
Or so I thought.
Through endless pages and pages
chapters that captured my heart,
they were there.
Their perfect solutions to every problem,
their helpful and witty advice,
their willingness to listen to me spill my feelings
out onto their clothes,
their willingness to help me heal.
It was all too real...
I'm flipping the pages back
and something's gone wrong.
Their nonchalant and caring demeanor
gone.
The concern and worry on the faces
look hand-drawn.
They scowl and glower with
every step I take to them,
filling the air and silence with
cruel insults about me.
I know they don't want me
but I want them, so
I run to them
and they fade away.
I look around:
nothing.
All that's left is me,
on my knees,
crying on the ground.