Like a Book

To have you in my hands is such a gift
To be able to open you up is beyond my drift
Your scent that welcomes me
And your lines and curves that couldnt just let me be
They haunt me in my dreams
Even in my idle whims
But thats just the surface of what really draws me
For the words you have, is what makes me shatter
Words that make my world explode and take me to another universe, unknown.
Yet that world I would choose over that of my own.

She.

She snips her hair, an inch too short
She colors it red, a shade too bright
She picks up the eyeliner, a bit too dark
She then smears some make-up, a bit too much

She looked at her reflection and realized,
That a little too much is still not enough to cover up her scars.