**seen**

I don’t know how it ends but one thing I do know is lovers don’t end up friends.

Looking at your last msg I threw my entire book across my bed. Yk I’m good at writing,I could say exactly what I mean but I just stare at it for months, what a romance novel **seen**

I look back to my notes

What exactly happened there

I could end the story here

But would you think that’s unfair?

I don’t want to be a fighter, I don’t want to be part of some game

I want the “after meeting you nobody could’ve ever made me feel the same”

I don’t want to create us…Put to words what we do

Why do I have to be the one to write when someone tells me “I love you”

There’s madness in love, All these things I’ve made

Why do I have to be courageous

When somebody else gets to be afraid

So what will it be then? These choices you make

Because I am not someone

Who for granted you take.