row
upon row
upon row
of books
books with glossy covers
books with broken spines
books with smudged ink
books with missing pages
some have been opened only once
some are too tedious to bother with
some have been forgotten in corners
some are constantly reread
and those ones always seem to be
the ones filled with pain and regret
for some reason they're irresistible
but they hurt to read
so why are those the ones
that are opened the most?