Someone Else’s Story

In someone else’s story 
In someone else’s memory
Sometimes we are criminal

Sometimes we are the habitual
Offenders, the keepers of heart ache
The owners of bones that break
Trying to support the weight 

Of words that were spoken too late

Of love that couldn’t bare the hate

That two halves become

When they decide they are not the one

When eyes grow tired and heavy

When hearts grow cold and wary

When lovers die 

And we find

We are just shells where holes reside

In someone else’s story we hide

The truth about ourselves when things don’t go our way

In someone else’s story we were asked to stay

And we didn’t.

And when someone asks questions we forbid it

The thought that we may be the very darkness we complain about

In the poems we write, in the lyrics we shout

In someone else’s story

We don’t get to write the history

Sometimes the victors don’t

Sometimes people won’t

Believe

What they read

And who really wins anyway?

We are all losers, weepers, grievers, slaves

Of our own mistakes

Doomed to repeat

And cheat

The death of our relationships forever

And then never

Own up to it

In someone else’s story we are the culprits