You knew i loved that book ,
The one you didn't bother to read ,
It had me hooked .
"You dont read" you said ,
I was still naive to hand it to you ,
Only for you to treat it so poorly instead.
You said I was your first love ,
That book was mines,
It was as if my mind was seeing blood,
A sharp pain trough my chest like they were pines.
To know you never bothered,
Or read between the lines ,
For all you read ,
Was my behind .
As my heart continued to bleed ,
So did the book that was in your hand,
For it bleed with rain water as it pleads ,
To be loved beforehand.
For you have made my heart bleed ,
I had returned a favour,
Not one but two indeed ,
I made your eyes cry for forever,
As i shattered you heart till the end
Of whenever.
8th March 23
