You’re like a book
That I can’t put down
Even though I don’t want
To finish it
-you’re that good
So I ignore the sad bits
the conflict
And read steadily through

I keep reading you
Writing of you
In the wayward hope that some day,
I’ll find a page
With my name on it
That it was not a fairy tale
That you couldn’t stop reading me as well
I was real
And I existed in you too



6 thoughts on “Books

  1. Life is an entangled set of stories. But do we find ourselves in the book we’re reading, is the question and would be a pleasant surprise as well.


  2. Madsies says:

    Your book of poems is addictive. 😀


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