Library Books

my emotions are like books

shelved in my heart

organized in a nonsensical fashion

an overwhelming assortment 

some hurt to take down

to open up 

to read again

but every so often

I skim the pages

wander through those words

and then put them back

Into the library of my life

so each day I meet myself 

I can remind her of everything I ever was

and everything I can never be again