I wrote myself
Into my favorite love story
The one I’d dreamt of reading
The one I’d feared to believe
I left little pieces of my heart
in every page
Passion laced ink
Tainted every word
With raw desire
With fearless emotion
To be read again
With hungry eyes
The ending
I was never prepared to write
As my pens ran dry
I used my blood
To write another page
To keep my spirit alive
I wrote my soul away
To preserve it
In a beautiful piece
Of literary fiction
The safest place
for my hopeless heart
There it stays
Locked away
I’m still trying to decide
Whether I’ve captured my love
Or cursed it
To live within a story
That I cannot find the words
Deep enough
Heavy enough
Or sweet enough
To conclude