I loved you the same way
I loved my favorite book.
I spent more hours
than I could count studying you,
underlining my favorite quotations
and cherishing each of your typos
as greatly as your
magnificent metaphors and
perfectly placed punctuation.
You melted into the
grooves of my palms and
I dreamt in size twelve
times new roman.
I caressed your cover until
each tawny brown color
in your eyes had become matte,
and I opened you up and
thumbed through your pages
so often that they started to shake loose,
and eventually,
your delicate spine
split down the middle.
"My love broke you." r.m.
I loved my favorite book.
I spent more hours
than I could count studying you,
underlining my favorite quotations
and cherishing each of your typos
as greatly as your
magnificent metaphors and
perfectly placed punctuation.
You melted into the
grooves of my palms and
I dreamt in size twelve
times new roman.
I caressed your cover until
each tawny brown color
in your eyes had become matte,
and I opened you up and
thumbed through your pages
so often that they started to shake loose,
and eventually,
your delicate spine
split down the middle.
"My love broke you." r.m.
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