Picture him in all his glory
perfect. Just...
perfect.
your type. Oh, but so much more than that.
The one you swoon over.
Fangirl for.
and he is yours.
(for now)
Savor every chapter
enjoy every last word.
he even calls her beautiful
I love you, bella
You're perfect, bella
Such a glorious accent
Hers and yours
romance at its finest.
But wait.
What's this?
100 pages left.
downward spirals activate
and here comes the final blow
he's not who he says he is
a liar
no true love
shattering the childish grins
only finding adult scowls
hatred.
who could do this?
don't touch her.
no room for bella anymore.
Hurl it away
scream
but leave no marks
there's nothing you can do
to the final printed pages
he's there
it's happening
and all you can do is watch
witness the undoing of what you believed
what you hoped
would be eternal
beautiful
love.
ugh. i guess all good things must come to an end.
And there's always the mysteriously hot neighbour.
he'll do.
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Hello! This is based on a book boyfriend I had. In a word, he WAS perfect...but not anymore. Interested? The book is called "The Other Bridget" by Rachael Johns. Enjoy 💖
About the Creator
Ruby Red
"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts."
- William Shakespeare
Consider this a doorway to my heart and soul. 🌱
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Second Tuesday of November
No one knew how the event really started. Between a few beverages at the bar, maybe? Notes passed carefully on the street? Or, perhaps a secret meetup at early hours of the day? Whatever the root source was, we were here now on the second Tuesday of November. Nervous, but also absorbed by the allure.
By Elizabeth Petit3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
I hate it when our book boyfriends disappoint us. Lol. Loved your poem!