When I was your favorite book

I made a thing

My cover caught your eye

You swept me off the shelf so fast

Without reading the warning sign

When I was your favorite book

You turned the page so eagerly

Unfolding all the mysteries 

Every page was Exciting

Every page was for new discoveries

You were High off what I could be

You read the cuts on my arms

Full of intrigue  

What could they mean?

A Damsel in distress, oh yippee.

You were stuck in a fantasy 

Then as you went on

You unraveled me entirely

I was not a mystery

I was a simple tragedy

So you put me back

I was no longer of interest

The good times are always the shortest

The bad times always seem to be so long

When you past the perils 

You reach the best

You were too impatient

Stopped at the mess

But you couldn't wait to part

So you gradually lost interest

You judge based on looks, Darling.

And the prettiest covers

Have the saddest stories

The maddest stories

I'm not finished being written

My story is too complex

I'm not a neat story, but a jumbled up mess.

You only open me if you want a test.

You were like a 1st grader

Reading Shakespeare

You just couldn't comprehend.

Reviews

[Tamika]

WOW. Love it love it love it!! Such a wonderful write!! Absolutely beautiful, yet heartbreakingly honest. I also like the metaphors used through out. The last stanza is powerful. I love every line in every stanza though. This poem is truly powerful.

[SadBones]

Thanks so much! I didn't think that anyone would ever think that of any of my poetry.

[Tamika]

Don't doubt yourself- You are a fabulous writer!! Be proud of the talent you hold.

[Aidan Oberholtzer]

This is incredible. I really like this. keep writing!

[lovelyAnaa]

Whaaat! This is amazinnggggggg. I love the new edit it's deeper and you can feel the pain

[lovelyAnaa]

I like it
But add a little more to the end

[SadBones]

Like what more papi

[lovelyAnaa]

Write about how it was her biggest fault