you're the book that she can't put down

you're the lead character in the book of her life
defined by the words on the frail pages
of the torn, musty leather bound book
stood a couple of inches above the rest on the shelf

she re-reads your story over and over
wishing to explore another life with the very fingertips she uses to repetitively turn each page
as if to discover relief from the heartache you've caused

but you're just another book on her bookshelf
that fills her body with deviance and self hate
manipulating her life with each word
each page
each chapter

she reads in anger and distaste
objectifying pain with each sentence
to a level she can longer tolerate

you become the book she tosses into the fire
your memories, your appearance become no more than the ashes laying on the floor
you're the book she ruined
you're the book that ruined her