Teacups and Pens

Open Book

Trust;

something so easily broken.

I’m an open book,

I expose myself to strangers.

I’m honest, but that makes me

vulnerable.

It makes me easy

to manipulate,

to tear down,

to emotionally destroy.

If you don’t give me

a reason otherwise,

I will obliviously trust you.

I apologize for my weakness,

but please don’t take advantage.

Some people have jumped rope

with my emotions,

played hopscotch on my heart,

drunken me with sweet utter lies.

Please, I beg of you,

don’t add yourself

to that list,

I don’t want to feel that way about you.

You may read me,

just don’t damage the book.

The burns can never be fixed,

after you set fire to my pages.