let me find you in a lonely bookstore off the corner of someplace and anywhere. i’ll leaf through your battered pages while i eagerly absorb each laugh, each heartbreak, each joy. faded text and dog earred corners only enhance your appeal. others have read your story, i am neither the first nor the last. you become my focus, hours upon hours are spent in reveling in everything you can possibly say. late nights and tired bodies are all too commonplace when i’m engrossed in your epics. yet, i am young. i grow weary of our familiarity, this closeness. so i toss you aside,
because now you’re just another book in this library of mine.
