Behind the Story and it's page

your life is like a story I can read, you tell it to me, everything you can remember, the things you tell me are the things that keep me up at night, so in a way I'm thinking about you at night, though I was one flip away from your page, the page about me and your thoughts about your hatred for me, your diary in my right hand, my heart in the other, as I read the page, I realize the real story, not your story but my story, the story of how I spent half my life listening to yours, just to figure out it is all wasted, the things you told me that stuck to me, and the things I saw on the page, my annoying face, my laugh and how it was ugly, my voice and how it was to High pitched, you had it all jotted down in there, the real story you never told me, but you never have the guts to tell me, so as I'm walking home I am proud to say, that you are a coward for being unable to face me, but I was able to flip the pages of the stories I hadn't heard 🌺🌹.