My Book

I’m like a closed book,

With it’s spine only cracked once by a curious girl who knew there were secrets inside.

Only open me if you think you can handle the notes written in bled ink that will come tumbling out.

If you close your eyes after you read a chapter,

Your vision will fill with mine,

And you will close the book as quickly as you can because you are not willing to see through my logical, 

Messy,

Scared,

Sore,

Deep brown eyes. 

Close the book and put it back on the shelf.

The spine has only been cracked once.

Those who dare to crack it again will be my true friends,

But those people will have to be willing to spend days through my eyes,

Read me,

Understand,

And stroke my head gently with the back of their hand.

It’s hard to read someone else.

Only those who are fierce

Will try.