The Mind and Soul, Loved and Broken, All At Once

Opened up.

We look;

We steal the secrets,

We did not ask to know.

So many words,

Ideas,

Opinions,

And people.

Judging it,

By how it looks.

Prying where we,

Have no right to.

Into the very depths of its soul,

Of its memories.

Stealing the safety,

It might find,

Only in itself.

Sitting in the dust,

Until someone looks inside.

Battering it's mind,

By frequent prying.

Destroying its body,

And damaging its limbs.

Well-loved,

But well-hurt,

Too.

Bending in ways,

It wasn't born to bend.

Destroyed by careless caretakers.

Lonely in its corner,

With others of its kind,

Until it is wanted,

If it is wanted,

By the person,

Who wishes to know its secrets.

A storage of worlds,

Of lives,

Of imagination.

The pure smell,

Of a picture,

Painted in words.

Adventures,

Joy,

Sadness.

Kept inside its mind,

Inside its pages,

Inside its masterpiece,

Of painted words.

Creating an image,

A lifetime.

An alternate reality.

Another way of living.

Cracked spines,

And damaged pages.

To love it,

Is to hurt it.

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