Publishing a book where every copy has a different ending

ONLY THE ELITE END IN POETRY

A part of me wants to ruin the endings of all the books for you, and I won't even bother with spoiler alerts.
Alice does drugs.
The blind get their sight back.
Ed Kennedy is the message.
Harry's a horcrux.
Billy Pilgrim has PTSD.
Wendy goes back to London.

And everyone dies.

They're bitter and they're rabid.
Sometimes wishing they could change, but knowing it's impossible, the endings come together in a bar.
Romances dancing and tragedies drinking hard liquor.
The bitter sweet in-betweens order food occasionally.
The whores in the back room getting used. True love and funerals and plot twists.
Pretending they don't know what comes next.

Because it doesn't matter if it comes as a surprise.
The end was there from the beginning.
Waiting for you.
Pacing back and forth and laughing with all the other endings.
 

"She doesn't see me coming," they say.
"They never do." 
-M

and you're to blame

People move on and start careers and I'm just gonna keep on loving you.

Loving you gave me a C in Foods and loving you got me grounded.

And we keep trying to tell them we know what love is.
 
It was the morning you did the dishes.
That's when I knew that I love you.
I went on rambling about grades, responsibility, and giving people rides to the airport.
And you simply went down stairs and started the dishes.

They told us not to climb on the rocks in the first place.

Because now we're falling down the cliffs, hand in hand. My hair blowing in the wind and your hip bones catching it.
And the thrill in  our stomachs just keeps taking us higher. Higher and higher just to drop us again, because the Fates are dying to see how long it takes for us to let go of each other.

Don't you dare let go of my hand, love. I can't afford to hit the rocks.

And then you look me in the eye and tell me you'll never love anyone else the way you love me.


Damn you.
I'm becoming the girls in Pop Songs and Disney Channel Original Movies.

Because I'm starting to think that every time our lips touch we become a little more invincible.

-M