atelophobia [poetry]

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our love was like a book,
a book you never opened

it sits on a shelf,
untouched

you were the one who took it home,
yet you don't even look at it anymore

maybe because it wasn't brand new,
you liked them new

or did you find a different one?
one you were more fond of

it just sits and watches,
watches as you pile others on it

it sees you read all the other books contently,
reading them line by line and with thought

our love is like a book,
a book never even wanted

but it's there,
just waiting.