The story of my life

Don't attempt to read me
because I am no longer a book
on your shelf

of novellas writen circa 1890
or 1980

Our story is
now
my story
and your story
and we
share the same plot

but
I am gone

now
and stories you tell of me
would be history

and my heart yet another artifact

I beg of you
to keep my story to yourself
I don't think
broken hearts

make best-sellers anymore

I can't make movies
anymore
I can't breath anymore

and I can't apologize anymore

I have lost my value
as a human being
and you have exercised
every

moral that has ever existed in me

I am left a mere character
in a 200 page book

and biases keep
circulating unstructured phrases

maybe one day
you can see through
words

and read
between the lines.