burn the pages

You read me like a book
The moment we met I knew this wasn’t for real
You played your games
No space for a manual
To explain to me
That you would never care

And after you decided
I was no longer good enough
You simply shut the book

I’m not a one-of-a-kind
I’m more like a page in your book
A closed chapter

How I wish I could change that
To make you an art piece

A tremendous written work

I just didn’t like being a photo in your magazine.