her heart was an open book
with beautiful pages and detailed lettering.
she wanted people to read her story
in hopes that it would
make them write their own.
instead,
every person who came across
the pages of her heart
ripped out their favorite story
and took it with them.
they folded back pages
and bent up the corners.
they signed their name
with sloppy writing and with a simple
'goodbye'.
this book is now tucked away
in the darkest parts of her,
because no one wants to read
a tragic story with a bad ending.
YOU ARE READING
2015.
Random"she wasn't bitter. she was sad, though. but it was a hopeful kind of sad. the kind of sad that just takes time."
