The saddest part about reading a good book,
is when the ending comes.
You know it’s coming,
you can feel the pages thinning out
as you wait for
Losing you was like
reading the last page
to my favorite book.
I tried to hold on to the words,
but they slipped through my fingers
the way words sometimes do.
And though I saw the end before it came,
and I knew I would have to put you back on my shelf eventually
I still didn’t know what to do with my hands
after all that time getting used to holding you.
And I have read dozens of books since then,
I still wear the paper cuts from the time that we loved.
I hate when you hear something you don’t want to and your stomach drops and you need to isolate yourself from everyone
have you ever caught someone staring at you and wondered what they’re thinking about like if it’s something positive or negative if it’s a passing thought or a long internal string of things if they’re even thinking about you at all or you just happen to be in the line of sight while their mind drifts off about something completely unrelated