if you're lucky enough
she will show you
the library she has for a brain
she'll show you the books
about the ones
who never took the time
to read her front to back
start to finish
she'll show you
the books she reads
over and over again
the ones she can never put down
and those she's too afraid to read again
and perhaps
she'll even let you
read the book
that's got a lock and key
sitting in the back
of her mind
collecting dust

•|||°

this is me
handing you the key
to the closet i've
stored all my
skeletons.
this is me
handing you the keys
to my
safe haven.

•|||°

that was the story of us.
no happy ending
no filled promises
in fact,
none of it was anything
like a fairytale book
because you didn't get
a happily ever after
instead
it was an ending that
was inevitably tragic.

i listened
to the sweet melody
you created
by the sweep of your fingers
curving those delicate fingers
making your skin tingle
and rattle.
kissing each note
with a soft greeting
but a hard farewell.
unveiling your soul
and all your intracies

they glued labels
on my body
that won't come off
without removing pieces of myself
too
and it hurts
almost as much
as watching them
bend and twist
and break your
body
to fit you inside
a box your heart
has outgrown

sometimes i wish
you had stayed
but the possibility
of what would have
become of me
is far worse than
going through the pain
of losing you
•|||°

i reached for your hand
and suddenly i was
lost
in the stars with
you