Unpublished scars

No title  
would you love me if I was coffee stained
and dust covered
checked out and never returned  
I tend to read like fantasy  
 
yet there are scars I wish I could have published  
before  my body wrote a romance novel  
about my soft skin and where I’ve been
see I was bound  
 
truth is these pages were read so many times
lost it’s spine  
I find my way back
at an introduction  
that new smell off the press  
no longer perfume  
no cliff hangers
period.  
No questions
period.
Just raw truth
 
because we all know happy endings rarely exist  
Dog eared stuck on old bliss  
 
IG: Nourish_Cruz