The discipline dedicated to telling stories - poem

The discipline dedicated to telling stories – Reuben Dylan

Not all stories have happy endings but
some stories only end if you assume the story's about you.
I started a degree in English; the discipline dedicated to telling stories
on Day One, I met a beautiful girl with no ears, and no heart and
I was blinded by her beauty
and she was deaf to my story.
She fell in love with me
and I fell in love with her.

It felt like love, but it didn't taste like it.

We used to fight a lot, because every story needs a villain.
Every good love story needs a great lover
And every good horror story needs a great monster.

I don't know if monsters can miss people, but part of me likes to think this one did.

Our story is resting inside the diaries on my shelf, gathering dust-
God made Man out of dust.

Sometimes I'll have a glass of wine and flip through old photographs.
They say that smell is the best sense for retrieving memories, but it's actually:
Nociception~
The sense of pain.

And we're still together in old photos and my prayers-
Man made God out of prayers.

She had a happy ending that I wasn't in.
Some stories only end if you assume the story's about you
and now I'm the storyteller with no eyes, and no heart
For what better way to fight the monsters than by becoming one?

Thank you.