I opened a book to read it, understand it, be a part of it maybe…
instead, it did all those things to me.
I've been assaulted by the bind of one too many books,
they've enchanted me right from the first look.
I let them tear me apart in so many different directions,
they guide me to the truth through redirection.
I suppose maybe at some level I let them; pick away at my heart,
I knew it was a dangerous liaison from the very start.
