#WritcoPoemChallenge

My life is an open book, and I'm not done
Reading into my life too much for none
To see my flaws, I'm a closed book to that
And you thought you could read me like an

Open Book just sitting unread. Black & white
and read has me seeing red this time around
the sound of ur voice jumping from the page
Narrating my love for you, so unfair with rage

It's a page turner and a barn burner but baby
who burned who? I only question you and
your motives as we reach this anticlimactic
Climax of our lives. We've peaked and I speak

Only truth, our non-fictional life was nothing
but lies. More than a fraction of fiction caused
Suspicions of a mysterious misery where we both endured too much. it's time to close this chapter, put this book back on the shelf, open a new book entitled Self Help

© JML - Still a Work in Progress