I trace the blur you left behind
Like stories I was told were mine
You’re real in pages I designed
But just a shadow in my mind
And every truth I tried to feel
Was fiction dressed in something real
Fiction of you, my sweetest lie
You breathe inside the words I try
Each chapter ends before your face
But still I read, still chase your grace
Paperback heart with a cover torn
I wrote you once, then was reborn
A tale that never quite begins
Just looping love in paper sins