like an open book you tore me open

bold enough to put highlights on my words

as if you comprehend what they mean

you read on without understanding

brain, empty as a drum

 

you see the cover page and instantly think

otherwise of knowing further

as if I have scales that hurt, you throw me aside

to be left in the dark corner

’til dust settles and covers me whole

 

my pages you rummaged, not careful of hurting me

you measure my capacity

by the thickness of the pages I hold

 

what do I hold?

what do I speak of?

have you even grasped the knowledge I shared?

the secrets I held?