Life of dust

A library of the forgotten books...
Some old, some new, a script or two.
No use in judging of their looks,
The author thought that it would do.

I'm not a fan of "Broken heart",
It's just another dusty story,
With characters been drawn apart
And plot that shines with cheesy glory.

I like the ones about a mind.
About the nature of a word.
With character who may seem kind
And things that he cannot afford.

How every promise is a fake,
Like smile or a helping hand.
Not once would he allow to take,
What others surely would defend.

Antagonist will simply fall apart,
When bonds that he created,
Would break and strain in the start
And end as chains - only hated.

Dividing of the later story,
Ingenious to keep the concentration!
Antagonist is only partly sorry,
That he succumbed to limitations.

He will continue or he's dead.
Not as a corpse but hardly living.
The touch of others makes him mad
And he now struggles with the "giving".

He seemed a liar from beginning,
He suffered warmth and total loss.
I am intrigued, a welcomed feeling!
Who has a coin? Give it a toss.

An author is responsible for life
He gave to character of his,
Yet he is blind to the strife,
Even allows himself to tease.

Antagonist won't benefit from wrath,
He's not in such a free position.
He only wished to catch a breath,
A single plan that came to it's fruition.

And for a moment he was fine!
An author fell asleep, I guess?
A drop in ocean, a second in his time,
A glimpse of sun, whole loving mess.

That part of story I would skip...
Although a character would not forget.
Alright, I'll give you guys a tip,
Whole basket of mistakes with no regret.

Crowd frowns upon a happy ending.
That is a sickness of our age...
Antagonist again is left pretending,
He doesn't wish to tear out every page.

What happens next is not unknown,
Hope takes you for the longest ride...
Coin lands on an uneven stone,
Two wills will keep it on it's side