You could take my blood
my ink
spell out my stories
all with
perfect detail
You could take my skin
my pages
collect all my chapters
in some
sort of order
You could take my back
my spine
bind it all together
with the
strongest tight stitch
when the process is all over
I am open for You to see
still I'm the only one who truly gets me
You read me just like a book
but never stop to comprehend
Author notes
This was originally a six-lined poem, but I edited it so I could turn it in for my English class. I'll post the original soon.
