You

i found you midst the many books
crammed into the old library
coated with a cold layer of dust
the forgotten books
that no one wishes to read

but then i found you
much like these old books
a neglected blurb
and derelict eyes
left unread for a long time

so i ran my icy fingertips
down your spine
across the tattooed pages
only to realise
there was something about the way
i couldn't read you
that made me want to