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My failed interaction turned to a situationship
Now I'm consoling myself, it's not that deep.
Crazy how I thought, finally, she's for keep
In the end, what we sowed is what we reap.

I'm left wondering about my self-sabotage
Although I'm guessing I was never in charge
I fell for you by choice, and that was large
In the grand scheme of things, I'm bizarre.

How can I blame myself for being human?
For a thing that's a minority in my lifespan
This testimony is proof of life's lesson,
But I'm just not convinced enough to learn.

Mirror mirror on the castle wall,
Who's the next to make me beg and crawl?
Chris Saitta May 2019
Books are like the sun’s rays,
Still giving off fingertip warmth,
Though long cut off from the source.

Books are sunlight and Greek silence
Captured in glass firefly jars.
Gelz Dec 2017
Books have power over me
I somehow fathom its own beauty
It makes me feel so many at once
It’s like my heart is going to dance

I’ve been in so many different places
And met people of various shapes and sizes
I’ve done these things without leaving
My bedroom, here, I’m just sitting.

So if you ever see me reading
Don’t you dare go disturbing
I am a captive in this kingdom
Of print and paper with no ransom

— The End —