it's not enough to give me a once-over. she has fixed you up with me for the experience, and i'm difficult to read. take me in a comfortable moment where you tense up and i come undone. tell me how happy i am. the history i contain, the audience i appeal to. a point of view, a purpose, a reasoning. find me from within myself. leave pencil markings within my margins, tease me with scribblings of summaries. you grow tired, but i am addicted to your touch. your hands caress my pages, turning me over, flipping through my content. your name isn't a vocabulary word to remember but it highlights itself as i scream it repeatedly.
so, you love her? great. elaborate.
YOU ARE READING
melted
Poetry❝the present was the present, and we didn't even know it.❞ dedicated to kjh and wb highest ranking: #27 in poetry
