I am an open book
Except I'm like War and Peace

80% of people look at me and assume it's just not worth the effort
15% read the first three pages and then change their mind
5% commit to actually reading the whole thing
And only 1% of them would say they loved the book

Don't look at her
And wish you were "that pretty"
Don't admire the way they all stare
And wish you weren't in her shadow
Don't envy her face or her body
And believe that she's got it made

Because the secret she'd never tell you is
The center of attention
Is very lonely too

That's my favorite thing about writing
In all the ways that it heals you
It breaks you open as well
There's no lying
You can't hide from yourself
Everything is laid out on the page

Bare, vulnerable and brutally honest

That was our tragedy
I loved you so much
I chose you over me every ****** time
And you loved me too
Just not enough to stay

Oh baby
Didn't you know?
There's no erasing me

I can never expect
For you to come back and beg for what you threw away
I can only try to ignore
The magnetic pull that drags me to you

I let his lips touch me where yours used to
I let his hands grab what belonged to you
I let his arms hold me the way you loved to

I let him lie with me the way you promised we'd lay forever
I let him whisper nothings that I didn't listen to
I let him

And that's the worst of it all
It was him,
Not you
And I let him