Your face
When you lie
I cannot describe it
I just know it
Like the back of my hand
And the hair on my brows

Your snort
When I whisper
I don't see it
But I hear it
My ears are trained
To hear unspoken words
And unmade sounds

Your love
Is fake,
poisonous,
And lousy,
Like the rustling of a snake
Under shed dry leaves
I only made the mistake
Of ignoring the signs
And stepping right into the trap

I love to steal your book
And read your write ups
It makes me feel close to you
In an odd kinda way

I love to read from you
And just feed on your words
I feel like I'm right there In your heart
Feeling what you feel

I love to scroll through ur notepad
And read all your experiences penned down
Right there i travel back in time with you
Through those words finely put together

Our love is like a book
It starts at the beginning
Each page fresh as the day
Each word imprinted with clarity