2/7/2018 I love you more"I love you” the three words dangling between us in the too-hot room we had ended up in yet again. “I love you more” your words bled with confidence much too robust. “no you don’t” I bit back.
I was but a novel among the countless others on your shelf. you came to me, suddenly, with a ephemeral curiosity of what wisdom I housed between my binding. you held me, cautiously, running your fingers down my spine, tracing my edges, skimming my pages, but only lingering long enough to catch a penumbra of the poetry I had created of myself. I had never known hunger this way, to crave your hands on my words. it was nothing but a fleeting love affair you shared with the way I fit in your hands. in your grip, I bloomed, though the efflorescence would never be enough to make you stay. you became idle. idle, yet occupied, but never with me. to me, you became jaded, a foreign dust soon fell over me, as you were tracing the hinges of another. you placed me, still mistreated and misunderstood, back on your shelf, and soon, in a cathartic rage, burned me altogether. so I sat ablaze, murmuring dulcet hymns and soliloquies to nothing but the smoke rising above me. still, you came to me at the odd hours of the night, dazed from the countless pages you went through before you saw me, and whispered a sickishly sweet line, “I love you more” the blatant lie sliding like sludge from your lips. “I love you more” you whispered as you tried sweeping my remains from the floor. “I love you more” tears in your eyes as you tried to fix the mess you made. “I love you more” you said as you realized I still wasn’t what you wanted. “I love you more” you struck a match again. “I love you more” as you set fire to me again. “I love you more” I burned. “I love you more” I perished. Comments are closed.
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