We were an unwritten book
Pages blank, spine still tight
I had a title in mind
But you never picked up the pen
All the best lines came at 3am
Whispered to my ceiling fan
You were sleeping through our story
While I memorized every strand
Now it's just empty lines
And a love that never lived
All the words I saved for you
Are papercuts on my lips
We could've been epic
We could've been bold
Instead I'm a bookmark
In a tale never told
The dedication page is yellowing
The chapters never grew
Our dialogue's just monologues
From a one-sided view
Sometimes I read other books
Try to find us in the margins
But no one writes like we didn't
No one hurts quite this silent
Close the cover
Turn the lock
The greatest story
Never got a plot
