By your presence I am bound.
it must be a great satisfaction to always know,
I am faithfully yours.
I, held open to you, as a book you could read when convenient
light skimming and waiting room sitting.
but I, being never your favorite novel,
was stuck back on the shelf full of "I'll finish it later"'s,
whilst I've written chapter upon chapter on you.
Well chapters are meant to end and books are meant to be read
                                                    Right?

Our love was like a library
Everything inside us was used
And outdated
We were constantly shutting
Each other up
And when we finally did talk
We discovered ourselves
Long checked out