I wanted to take
My favorite parts of you
And press it on my favorite book
Just like I do with petals
From flowers that I like
But they ended up leaving dents into the book.
And I wondered why.
Because I picked my favorite parts,
Only then must I have realized,
That every part of you
Was my favorite.

*i pressed all of you into the book
but you were too good to be true
you ruined the book,

-me