i am an open book (read me)

such a fool
head over heels
lying face down
in this shallow
grave walked upon

managing to stay
completely uncomfortable
under kindness
that drifted off
premature wings
molting pain

merged with trust
broken in hearts
devoured by advantage
taken and split

as grains of salt
stain serenity
with dark colors
dressing my soul

offering me selfishly

into the nothingness
where it began
being teased by
rising smiles
above compassionate horizons

stretching beyond
shadows of doubt
hiding behind torments
endless forrest
of tempting trees

talking in codes

in the language of leaves

planning deception
from starting growth
of recognized caring
concluding defeat
would be easy

since eyes focused
on reading abstrusely
into blank pages
in this delicate
binding ready to hold
stories in the making
eager to tell

unfolding tales that
emerge before
presence of all characters
reacting to these
believable situations

dousing observers
in tears and joy
never leaving
anyone uninterested

including the narrator