I hope we don't always end with goodbye,
you should know there's no good in the byes
we've waved away, and there's no
ending to the silent fiction we're in,
only the dripping ink off the messy desk and
the incomplete pages of us, and
we would have died so young, we've
not lived at all, and I held on to the
hopeless breaths and all that's left, creating
you in endless novels, favorite fairy tales,
just so you'd still breathe, protected from
the lies that I've created, so I wouldn't
have to live without you.