I’d leave my corpse in your hands and my name on your skin,
so you’ll never forget that I’d live there
I’ll house you in a graveyard and
bury you like roots and coffins,
for you to feel how it’s like to be left alone
With frost and rain, I want to efface your memory
and I’ll teach you my name
it will be the only words your lips will kiss,
the only tale you’ll tell
I hope you fall like rain,
forced in its downfall,
lonely and shapeless
with nowhere to go,
nothing to do,
Because when you leave, you used the windows and
leave winter to sleep in my bed
and now sunlight is a stranger touching my skin
my body is a map of your lost expeditions
but I’m the only one presumed lost and
you, the only surviving member
Now I dream, cloth with the memory of your face
enduring what remains of my withering self
I AM A BOOK. Opened by many. Read by few. Understand by one.
My covers are illusions. Alluring yet dangerous. Yet still many tried to unravel me.
Too many tried. Too many failed.
For their eyes only see what’s visible, neglecting what’s beyond the canvas.
Few. Too few have crossed the boundaries and read between the lines. But my words are powerful.
And my sentences are explosion that shattered those who read. Confused those who depict.
After one crack, one explosion, most of them turned their backs away leaving the book behind.
But one stayed.
Despite every dead pages and ugly sheet of papers, you remain.
Despite every missing lines and loose words, you hang on.
You lived with the fragility of the book.
You accepted the imperfection and blemishes.
You understand that understanding is not always ‘knowing all’.
That understanding is tolerance.
That understanding is acceptance.
And you said “the book changes you”.
But what you don’t know is you changed the book more than it changes you.
It became your best friend.
It is yours like no one ever have. Never, ever have.
And the book always loves you back.
Because she is a book. Opened by many. Read by few.Understand by one.
True love is not being inseparable, it’s about being separated and nothing changes.