The consequences of you felt like
closing the cover on a used book.
When you came into my life my
pages had been clean and untouched,
the spine of my pages sewn
together tight. Buy you had opened
me up right in the middle and broken
the thread I had used to keep myself
together, you had taken a pen
and had wrote on my pages how I
had made you feel, you wrote about the
times I had made you excited, how
many times I had made you yell, laugh,
and cry. You had bookmarked all of your
favorite things about me, keeping
me stashed away so that one day you
could open me up to remember
those scenes you love so dearly. Your tears
had created damages on my
pages, leaving crinkled water marks,
evidence of the pain I had made
you feel. And when you turned the last page,
and closed the cover on my book I had
expected you to put me away, to
never pick me up again leaving
me in the back of your bookshelf
collecting dust. But as you turned
the last page and gazed upon my used body,
I was surprised to see that you had found
me more beautiful than when you had first
discovered me, before you had immersed
yourself into my story.
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A/N: Sorry for the Spam, totally have been forgetting to update my poems when I write them so here are all of the poems I've written/ edited in the past 3 weeks.
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PoetryI've got a lot running through my head, I suppose I should write it down. Poems I have written- just decided I may want to share them.
