You were alone
on the back of the book shelf
a perfect story on the inside
but no one could see your title.
I was laying in
the back of the store on the floor
when the new librarian
picked me up and took me to you ,
to the shelf of miscellaneous books I go.
She sat me next to you and
I immediately looked up to you
I thought you were perfect.
You had a bright cover and a nice thick spine .
You looked new, unlike me
I was ripped ,dark ,and missing a few pages
from the last guys that checked me out.
My spine was split and harsh words written on the inside.
The longer we talked the more you put me back together.
Each day I'm with you I fall more and more in love.
When I'm with you I feel like someone cares
that someone loves me
And that I can be loved.
We've grown so much together
On this old dusty shelf.
You've opened me up a bit, so now i can tell you my story
You've changed me in the best of ways .
You are there when I need you ready to talk
Even if I don't want to .
You made me realize that I'm not such a bad book.
That I have a story worth telling
And I hope I make you feel the same way .
