That book
Was everything
All my lies branded upon the pagez
All my secrets hidden with paranoid precision
All my desires inscripted onto the lines
All my thoughts made physical by pen
All the ink that has bren used
All the pages filled with my darkest lusts
All those tear stained torn pages
All of the pagez stained with blood born of my own suffering
That book is not everything about me
THAT BOOK IS ME
and you stole it
You stole me
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 11:16 AM UTC
That book
Was everything
All my lies branded upon the pagez
All my secrets hidden with paranoid precision
All my desires inscripted onto the lines
All my thoughts made physical by pen
All the ink that has bren used
All the pages filled with my darkest lusts
All those tear stained torn pages
All of the pagez stained with blood born of my own suffering
That book is not everything about me
THAT BOOK IS ME
and you stole it
You stole me
What kind of a person would do that you really are a piece of work
Request permission to use this poem