knees deep you were
inside of the books
you found yourself reading
every second you could.
because it was better than
looking in the mirror, or
at your dad who was armed with
a wicked smile and a belt.
you hated the endings,
and seeing the smiles
and the flowers welt.
flower fields and
first dates could
circle your mind
or maybe the choice
of book could be vile,
but anything that would
make you smile
was worth it.
YOU ARE READING
astronomy•poetry
Poetrythese poems are for the lonely, forgotten, the lost poets at three am, and everyone else in between cover credit: -sidjenkins
