His heart was an open book
With beautiful pages and detailed lettering.
He wanted people to read his story,
In hopes that it would
Make them write their own.
Instead,
Every person who came
Across the pages of his heart
ripped Out their favorite story
and took it.
They folded back the pages ,
And bent up the corners.
They signed their name with sloppy writing
And with a simple "goodbye".
This book is now tucked in the darkest
Parts of him,
Because no one wants to read a tragic story with a bad ending.
YOU ARE READING
James.
Poetry"you are a work of art, not everyone will understand you. but the one's who do, will never forget about you."
