"im an open book, ask me whatever you want."

I smile,
because I am a tattered, paperback book.
Read too many times and never put back into the proper place.
Pages folded over from people marking their place, yet never seeming to come back to it.
Pages ripped away from the seam as if they never existed.
Spine falling apart from people opening, reading the first few pages then closing.
Opening and closing, opening and closing, opening and closing.
Cover faded out, barely able to see the first word, yet some people still manage.

But you, I see, are a hardcover.
Protected but willing to share your words with everyone.
Though only those that really manage to care, come back to read through the ending.
No marked places because you've told people to use bookmarks.
You are your own story. No pages missing.
You are my favorite book,
maybe its time to rewrite mine.