Typewritten and Tortured

i am like the book that gathers dust on your shelf

will you flip through my pages and read every line

words spiraling into sentences fueling desire

check me out every week and read me over again.

can i become your favorite story of all, reciting lines from pure memory

please don’t leave me on the shelf to gather dust and debris 

to hear me be told and my story unwind to bring bouts of laughter and make grown men cry

a story so touching, i hope to be as such

its worth all the pain, every trial i face,

to continue the saga that becomes of my tale, in hopes to bring life to the letters

letter and sentences typed on the keys transforming my words into long form poetry

not everything is true, yes i tend to fabricate, but for the story to form sometimes integrity must be sacrificed

everything sacrificed for the written word, all grace all time all faith, put into every page

just in the hope that you’ll take the time to read

the exposition is tough, the details excruciating, but it helps in attempts to appreciate the story 

to learn the intricate nuances and that which defines, makes the read worthwhile and satisfies your time

when you come to the climax please hold me tight, fingers shaking ad pages turning, imagining what is in store

read it as though you are trapped in my mind and can feel the turmoil of my soul

fight to turn the pages as you lose all peace of mind, you’ve never imagined such struggle trapped behind warm brown eyes

eyes that water with every word, stifling back tears, catching screams within the throat hoping you aren’t too frightened

by all that is unclear. the discord and bedlam of my heart, captured in every page 

pages i hope can captivate your soul and leave your mind racing.

no I’m not an easy read but worthwhile nonetheless

as you learn the secrets that lie beneath the words left unspoken but scrawled down in pencil

worn and crumpled paper, bound by pain and glue

so many of these pages have much to do with you. I can’t keep you off my mind nor the tip of my pen 

I hope upon reading, your mind is let open

yet if you still cannot tell that my words are about you,  I’ve been bruised and broken for no reason

and I regret ever knowing you

so I will blink away my tears, and erase your name from the page

and leave you as anonymous 

and hope you stay that way