Book shelf

I want you to read me. 

No, not skim through me & toss me back into your book shelf with all the others. 

I want you to read every word on my body, with grace. 

No don’t toss me back to your book shelf with all the others don’t judge me like judging a book by its cover. 

I want you to love every flaw every error every word you come across.

Then I want you to put me back not on your book shelf but next to you when you fall asleep. Eventually willing to pick me up again and read more. 

A poem to the one ❤️

- Lisa