obliterature

I read
to take you away from me.
Stories I seek
so much better than ours,
and find them. It's easier
than you'd think. Than I thought,
too. I used to be so absorbed
in you, as if you were made
for me, as if I weren't mad
to believe you were, as if
we were so unique. It turns out

our story was commonplace,
with an ending so rote
that we needn't have peeked, but
I think you'd concur that if we had known,
I doubt that we would have written a better one.

With a twist, and some subtlety - and a lot
more fun along the way. Well maybe it wouldn't

end

any differently, but at least
we'd have had our say.