I wish you were a book
my book
so that I could keep and read you
anytime I wanted to
and depart from the real world
for a while with you

I could take care of your cover
especially your spine
I promise not to judge
the cover, summary, and your story

I could flip through your pages
in able for me to
know your past
live in your present
and know what your future beholds

In your story if I stumble upon your
flaws, secrets, past, memories
no matter how awful it maybe
I'd still highlight all of the things
I admire about you

I would share your stories
how you've got a great adventure
with the best plot twists
and how you've overcome your fears
reached your goals
and made it through your struggles

I promise to put you on a special spot
in a bookshelf of all of my other books
you'd be my favorite one

I swear I could reread you over
and over and over
and over and over
and over and over
again
like you were the only book
that ever existed

I'd take you everywhere and anywhere
to also tell my story
and together we could make new memories
share the sunsets, sunrise, and watch the stars
because with you
I am truly happy

I wish you were a book
my book
how gently you let the ink flow
through your pages
for every word of each page
I've got it memorized
each phrase, line and quote
has got me hooked
with all the sweet things you've said

Living my life,
With my eyes wide open.
I want to see,
Everyone's side spoken.
I don't care who you are,
As long as you're you.
I will except anyone,
As long as they're true.
I don't care if you're gay,
Or black, Asian, or white.
Whoever you are, I will love you,
With every flaw, and all my might.
Why should I judge,
No one gave me that power.
For I too am a sinner,
Above no one do I tower.
My love reaches to everyone,
No one is left out.
My heart is wide open,
Just come to me and shout.

Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again