Lost Boys and the Diaries They Invade

They told you he was a beautiful boy. You decided to stop and take a good look.
You penciled him in as a pivotal point inside the plot of a young girl's book.
They said be weary of his cynical lips, he can dent your heart with such precision.
You came a long way from that critical kiss, but you're still aching from the collision.

Now the cover bears a heart of leather. Pages are bound by your scars forever.
The ink and the tears are perfect together. The pain makes the story sound so much better.

Every page, a memory.
Every stroke of the pen, a moment.
Empty your heart again and again just to fill another chapter.

Didn't they say don't fall in love with him. Little boys with lost souls never find their way.
Kill him off and pretend you've seen the last of him, but the pages look so empty without his face.
Thumb through the chapters written about his smile. He's the one that drained all the ink in your pen.
And every time you put the book down for awhile, you miss him to pieces and start writing again.