Our Books.

Two times,
Is all we've talked.
And in those 4 hours,
I've giggled more than I ever have with Katlyn.
I feel kind of like you're teasing me,
Because you "talk" to ME,
But hold HIS hand.
You flirt with ME,
But kiss HIS lips.
You read MY poems,
But tell HIS story.
So either start writing another book,
Or stop reading this one.
Because with every word of my book read,
Another is written,
Just making our story longer.
And with every word you write in his book,
A page of mine is ripped to shreds...
So either start writing a new book,
Or please, stop reading this one.