The Library
You look at me as if i was a book
Hard on the outside with a rough texture torn on the edges and stains from others abuse
You open my cover my pages torn and some missing
A list of names on the back as to who has borrowed me and left me this way
You write your name in simple letters not knowing the commitment it means
You start to read my chapters the ups downs highs and lows of every story on every page
My story
The one that seems so simple spread out for you
But its not is it
Theres notes to the side bulletins and asterisks to pin point certain emotions
Highlighted phrases and words to remind you of the meaning
But you continue to read ignoring the authors work skimming through me like i was past due
Thats it though you finish my book theres chapters at the end that have yet to be finished but you dont think to continue the story you close me up and put me on a shelf A little more torn and beat up then i was when you found me a little less valued and a little more distorted
Then you walk away
You dont look back wondering what could have happened if you kept reading and continuing the story ..... you just left