once upon a time
there was a boy
who understood my words
more than I ever did

when he burned my pages
by saying
his love was no more
I’ll admit it was hard to let go

I discovered
my loneliness
will always be familiar

after all
it’s the title of my book
I’m the author

my book is unbalanced
hard cover
dark colours
heavy to hold

when my book is open
to another reader
I very rarely
just sum up my words

I easily recite
every single word for them
from front to back

I do this
with the hope of feeling
any sort of emotion
even heartbreak will do

a rare special edition
doesn’t mean
I’m not a worthwhile read
please just trust me

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