Random Poem #3

This Is My Life
by Action Wolfe

You were the unwritten pages of my book.
I kept you there, because I thought the pages would write themselves.
I was devastated when they didn't.

I found tare marks in the middle of the book.
I deduced that it was where you hadn't liked what happened before you came.
I will never set eyes on them again.

Sometimes I can't deal with the changes.
I close its pages and push it away from me with great ease.
Not noticing what I am doing.

Each time I place it away from me.
I just make myself start all over again in the same predicament.
No more "what if" please.

xx Action Wolfe