To the girl who once bought my heart
It was sold so easily back then
Cheap Perfume and a bright smile
That’s all it took
Oh, and the way that Blue sundress
Always made you look.
I never noticed the important stuff
I was too preoccupied with the fact
You Read me like a book
You’d be flipping my pages and reading the next before I even had a chance to write them
Little did I know
My book wasn’t very hard to read
You could find my interests on page 1
If you flip to page 2
You’ve already caught my eye
And here comes the butterflies
Welcome to page 3
You’re in for a good read
It’s just me in my entirety
And my fucked up family
You comforted all my internal concerns wth your body’s curves.
I’m not sure why I thought
That would suffice
Maybe it was from
The goosebumps on my neck
Left from your lips
That felt like ice
The scratches on my back from the night before
And the rush of dizzy love
My heart would endure.
Finger on a string
You had me tied up
Hearts locked
Intertwined.
Your heartbeat shared mine
That’s all we needed at that time
But at that age
You never think.
You just do.
Page 4
My heart is spilled on the floor
My feelings locked away in my
Bottom dresser drawer
Underneath your favorite t-shirt
You don’t wear anymore
Please don’t read page 5
It’s Laced with lies
And false alibis
Not to mention my now
Wasted time.
At this point I just feel dead
Not literally
Just emotionally
The no sleep for me tonight
Too busy being haunted
The sick to my stomach
Only you can explain
The zero appetite
But the things I do eat
Have no flavor. No taste.
No anything.
You took everything.
There is no page 6
But if there were
It would read,
“Page 6-
Makes me wanna die
It gets me every time
My insides are black and blue
For never letting go of you
And stupidly crawling back to you.”
Luckily,
That book is over
Over the years since
I’ve written a new book though,
The only difference is that
I don’t have 6 pages anymore
I have an entire novel.
To my current reader,
Thank you.
For reading my novel
Thanks for kissing my forehead
Thanks for being there for the hard stuff
Not just the easy.
Thank you for truly loving me
Thank you for sitting with me after page 6.
Now we can write the rest.
