you were like my favorite book
i read you from cover to cover
and adored getting to memorize
all of your words and phrases
i placed cute, little bookmarks
in between the pages
on which i had stopped
and folded the corners of the pages
that were my favorite
and that i wanted to read over again later
i highlighted my utter most favorite quotes
that had tumbled from your lips
(that i admired)
and underlined all the things
that you claimed to hate
but that i
truly cherished
i read in between the lines
of black and white
and figured out your true feelings
when you covered yourself in a mask
and made everyone around you
believe differently
i kept you
and read you over and over
time and time again
simply for my own pleasure
my cat climbed on top of you once
and he rolled over onto his belly
and he started to purr when he saw
just how much you lit up my eyes
and my my smile brighten
but it's kinda sad
really sad actually
that you were my favorite book
because for me
you were a story
that i wanted to cherish
and changed a little every time
i had read it
and i loved it even more
each time i did
but to you,
i was nothing but a line
not even so
merely a word
that went in one ear
and quickly out the other