I am a leather bound book, worn
Throughout years of being read pages
Dogeared and highlighted, your handwriting
In the margins.
Do you remember what
You said?
You wrote that you loved me in blue cursive,
Underlined the word forever, but I see in grayscale only.
Sometimes I think I can smell you in the air, ghosts dance behind
Closed eyes for fun with laughter that I haven't given into
Because my lips are sewn shut; pliers required to pull the
truth from my wired jaw, come wielding hammer and saw
Or don't, regardless I will run circles around you
Smell your hair and the beach and forest fires, surrounding
Me, a cacophony of pleasures and you,
You are the ocean my dear, writing poems for yourself only even though
They can save the world, though you are no knight in shining armor
Let you build castles around me like a fortress, do not enter
Without permission written down my side, a warning
For those who dare spread my heel apart from the other, like defunct twins
I push you away because it's easier than trying, and that's easier than losing,
again
