The Bookmark

End looms promising,
finish line basks in Eden glow–
its all worth it we said,
these sleepless nights.

Exhausted in normalcy,
precognitive at this point,
reading fight’s creation,
basking in misery’s commiseration–
its all worth it we said.

Capture the still life,
past perfection in a moment–
a sugar-coated facade of love,
soured on a wonky tastebud.

Its all worth it we said,
pulses race the marathon,
too tired to turn frantic–
prodding like strange pets,
sniffing for familiarity
where none remains.

Sharing the anchor,
a drowning symbiosis.
Forget breathing long enough,
an airless prayer to absolve worry.

Faces read like books,
pains a permanent genre,
lost our place–
frantic bookmark search.
Love stories never end this way–
its all worth it we said.