Just story..!

They say, the past
is just a story that
we keep telling
ourselves

So if it’s just a story
Why can’t I stop telling it

If it’s just a construct
Why can’t I tear it down

Because we have lived up among these word constructions
It’s the place we fell in love within

If the past is only a story
Then we were never real
And you don’t feel very real
to be honest

It is horrible when you cannot
trust yourself anymore
when you cannot be sure if the person that you are now
will be remembered in five years

Or if you have turned into another ghost
That was made of words

Because now I am real
I touch, I cry, I laugh, I feel
So what does time do
when the me I am now is not real anymore in five years?

If you’re just a story,
you’re a really bad romance
One that you want to use to dry your tears
Your stupid, stupid tears on things that you have no permission to cry about

If we are just a story
How can I be sure
That I will still be there
Tomorrow?

If this
is to end
How can I know
That tomorrow will last?