No Characters In My Story

I look around,

I find them with

overexaggerated grins

tugging their muscles.

It satisfies me

a bit.

At least I'll have

a story to tell.

True, I still dwell

on characters that've

parted from the story.

But these characters

are my favorites.

Some have been

there since the start,

their eloquent words making

their way into my heart.

Others joined a bit later,

and everything about them

made the plot greater.

Or so I thought.

Through endless pages and pages

chapters that captured my heart,

they were there.

Their perfect solutions to every problem,

their helpful and witty advice,

their willingness to listen to me spill my feelings

out onto their clothes,

their willingness to help me heal.

It was all too real...

I'm flipping the pages back

and something's gone wrong.

Their nonchalant and caring demeanor

gone.

The concern and worry on the faces

look hand-drawn.

They scowl and glower with

every step I take to them,

filling the air and silence with

cruel insults about me.

I know they don't want me

but I want them, so

I run to them

and they fade away.

I look around:

nothing.

All that's left is me,

on my knees,

crying on the ground.