A Capote Novella

If our love was a novel,

We’d meet on the very first page.

Love at first glance

Searing yet cliché.

 

If our love was a novel,

There’d be no time

For the slow build

It’s a rigorous climb.

 

If our love was a novel,

The middle would be where it breaks

Parting and dividing

With no give or take.

 

If our love was a novel,

We’d meet once again

Put our differences aside

And rekindle our love there and then.

 

But our love isn’t a novel

Isn’t made from fantasy

It’s broken and it’s cold

Closer to reality.

 

Our love isn’t a novel

It’s honest and it’s real

At least it is from me

An unrequited ordeal.

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