Love was the only book I left half-read
Beside the dog-eared fairy tales and books of a dream
Chapters in this book go untouched
Buried beneath false characters that plot and scheme
Lost is the girl who fails to merge
The significant chapters of her life
Pieces that make up an indefinite self-being
Memories that crawl up and haunt you at night
Faith is the tale I wish to continue
Along with survival and facing of fears
Hatred is a chapter I wish to banish
Never reciting poems of anger; replenishing painful years
Yet now I continue on with my collection
Alongside tales of anguish, pain and fright
For love was the only book I left half-read
That is until I realized I still had room to write