My book.

Am I an open book?
Or do you manage to read into me
Without even turning the pages of my life?
I can reveal so little and still
You know so much.
Is it possible you know too much?
Have I opened myself up for pain?
How I wish I could read you.
The way that you read me.
I long to know
So much you are unwilling to tell
I long to give you
So much more than I have.
Without saying a word
You see into my thoughts
And perceive my future
Anticipating my fate
You know me
Better than I have ever known myself.
You know things about me.
Things I cant tell about myself.
Still, you wish to know more.
Read further still…
Leaf through my chapters

Rewrite my ending
Recover my spine
Renumber my pages
For you, I give you time…

Author: Moonsomnia

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