Her Story

She has a bookshelf for a heart,

And ink runs through her veins,

She’ll write you into her story,

With the typewriter in her brain,

Her bookshelf’s getting crowded,

With all the stories that she’s penned,

Of the people who flicked through her pages,

But closed the book before the end,

And there’s one pushed to the very back,

That sits collecting dust,

With its title in her finest writing,

“The One’s Who Lost My Trust”,

There’s books she’s scared to open,

And books she doesn’t close,

Stories of every person she’s met,

Stretched out in endless rows,

Some people have only a sentence,

While others once held a main part,

Thousands of inky footprints,

That they’ve left across her heart,

You might wonder why she does this,

Why write of people she once knew?

But she hopes one day she’ll mean enough,

For someone to write about her too.

She had a library

she had a library, you see,

with many different stories to loan.

but the ones you couldn’t borrow

were those that were her own.

they sat there on the bookshelf,

abandoned, collecting dust,

for those she used to show them to

had all broken her trust.

there were some chapters

that to them looked out of place,

and even some words

that they had tried to erase.

there were some empty shelves

because of all the stories they took

and other shelves full of tales

that had never been given a look.

one day a boy came in

and began to fill his cart

with all the books

she’d written from her heart.

at first, she was terrified

but he promised to stay

and read every single one

without stopping halfway.

he brushed off the dust

from the stories that were forgotten

and worked through the pile

until he finally reached the bottom.

then through the stacks of books

he began to try to weave-

you can imagine her heartbreak

when he got up to leave.

but he grabbed her hand

and led her through the door,

for this was just one library

and there were many more.

he told her that he loved

every single word he read,

and he wasn’t forgetting her library

but showing her his instead.