I'm not much of a reader
But if I do, I could've read you
Behind your lushful words
Are barbwire of letters
It felt like drinking alcohol
Satisfying my thirst
Resting inside my body
Consuming every bit of me
Tearing everything that's inside me
I should've known
You're trying to **** me
Without you knowing
"Another bottle" you said
And I drank my heart out
I drank as if it could be my last
Because I want to be your last
Hoping that what we have would last
But it didn't, Nothing lasts forever
Those who believe it are fools
I guess you can call me one too

I'm not much of a reader
And I'm glad I'm not
Because If I could read you
I wouldn't have guts to tell you
That your words are hurting
And it is still getting out of my skin
You see, I got these scars
From your words
crawling out of my body

Since you've been gone
I grew tired of hearing
Endless tape recordings
Of mundane problems
Since you've been gone
I became a reader
Much more of a listener
I read peoples faces
How their eyes widen
When they smell fear
How the edge of their mouth
Touches their ears
Whenever they are happy
But most importantly
You freed me from the
Chainless chain of memories
Greeting me every morning
With unpleasant memory

Since you've been gone
I became truly happy