★ poetry

"book man"

my words flew as far

as a weak 

paper airplane

when trying to fall upon,

ignoring ears, ignoring me

maybe i have to fix my aim

aim at something more near

but there isn't anyone who i want to hear me

more than the person who i want to believe

will maybe listen

for a little while, like you haven't been

and realize i say things like:

a dusty book will never be read

there's incentive to not let dust be shed

instead

allow the grey 

to remain

but clear my dust, open my heart

you, i trust, to take me apart

and hopefully put me back together

read me, stroke my cover, a red leather

now say i'm your favourite book

and wait for more of the parts to be written

and when they are, you'll take a look

put me into your cluttered shelf, find space to fit in

i am your favourite book,

and you are my favourite reader

i am your favourite narrator,

and you are my favourite hook

i could be a journal too,

ill sprout empty pages just for you

when i see how you've uncovered your eyes, ears

my love blooms again, like it did in my first years

take your feathered pen, tickle my paper with it

open me, fill me with endearment

my being is what i have to offer

i want you to be my author

ill guide you, ill help you write

open me, fill me with light

every single memory

you could write in me

i grow a page

with each passing day

and they're all blank

for your sake

and the only time my story ends

is when i'm cradled in your arms

the ink's dry, no more pens

feathers split, paper torn

we've both aged

i'm not just a book

i sprouted from the page

thank you for listening, taking a look

i hope everything you've confided in me

is how you wanted it to be

i hope i know everything

about you and how you feel

(thank you to who encouraged me to post my poetry for the first time ^^)