You take my heart and squeeze it. Your memories kiss me on the forehead amongst the words you show me. They whisper, sweet nothings. Your words ghost me everywhere I walk after I’ve left you. Leaving you cold, in my bed. I spend my day wondering what will happen next, when you are held in my tight grip again. I arrived back from a day away and I rushed to your side, holding you to my chest.

I held you open on my palms, flicking through the pages we’ve been through. I hold you open and bury my nose between your pages. Your scent is decomposing paper, it terrifies me that I love this smell. The smell I wish to fill a big room with many others of you, to read in it all day. You are so simple but so intricate inside. Ink and paper decomposing together becoming one. Filling my lungs with every word I read. Your words turn my mind to dreaming, I don’t see your words anymore. I’m in the story.
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