A BOOK

A BOOK

Honesty was the first big mistake
Leading to a broken heart
And shattered dreams
I'm nothing but a broken soul now.

All I am is yours
But the past always catches up they say
My ghosts keep haunting me
Reminding me of what I once did.
Leaving me bereft of sweet memories

The only memories I have
Are with you
I'm an open book
With pages filled up by blood, my own.
Tears of blood, cried in pain and agony.

Treat my pages carefully
Because they are torn, shattered pieces of my life
Pieces of my broken soul

I cannot stand to see you unhappy.
Death would be a sweeter pleasure,
Perhaps the best choice.

Please don't tear those pages,
Salvaged out of despair and desolation
.and hopelessness,
They are all that is left of
me.

~Gili~

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