your least favorite book

i showed you every part of me

i was an open book

"i don't really like to read"

that's okay

i thought

maybe if i painted a pretty enough

cover picture, you'd open me up

run your fingers across my pages

the spine of my book

but you were illiterate

you didn't care to know the difference

between "your" and "you're"

or "love" and "lust"