put me somewhere in your shelf, i'll stay i promise. [completed]

i got a poetry book on my shelf.

It was

you

not him

or her

but you

where I

didn't have to hide

my true face

in the ride

you

who

made me feel

things I never knew

were real

it was you

who made it feel

like a run away

from all the

swords etching

into my heart

you were my

get away

my whole, my soul

my cup full, my true will

raptured love in a windmill

stuck

in the field

fixed, unstill

you were the

book

not the page

sitting without dust

somewhere on my shelf

the one running deep

with many chapters

and a

million letters

and all I can do is

promise

I'll read

every bit

slowly

pick up

on

everything

even if it

means

taking

forever...