My Images of You

He was like a book you pick up And can never put down. Each page so much better than the last. You’re nearly brought to tears by the thought of it Coming to an end. He was a poem whose meaning I spent 2 years trying to comprehend. I was an amateur, Blinded by his beauty, Not realizing the damages he masked. He was life as I knew it. Life doesn’t last forever. He became an unexpected stab in the back by someone you thought you could trust. He is a cliché film about teenage heartbreak; A story I watched but never imagined would someday become my reality. Because of him, my heart Is a sunken ship whose remains may never be found again.