You're the nicotine stain on my hands, <br />You force me to write Pages and Pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages, <br />It's all incoherent and it's all inconsistent, <br />Bite my lip until it bleeds, <br />Try to trigger my emotion, <br />Feed my Inspiration, <br />I always come back to you, <br />You're my Pet Sounds and my favourite book, <br />Just take a look inside my bag, <br />It will be a mirror to you, <br />To me it's a bag of mercury, <br />Weighing me down. Ruining my Back. <br /> <br />Countless lists, mix tapes and songs, <br />All in your name, <br />They're photographs of you, <br />Taken with a telescopic lens, <br />You render me completely useless, <br />Soap Operas, Reality Television, Bubblegum Pop, <br />You chew me up, <br />Whenever you face me, and embrace to me, <br />Show me the fragility with a smile, <br />Ice pick in winter, <br />Skate over my lake, <br />I'll wait a whole year for your return, <br />Yearning. <br /> <br />In between my fingers and knuckle, <br />You remain, <br />I am very aware of your presence there, <br />Will I ever weigh you down? <br />Force you to write late into the night? <br />I am doubtful. <br /> <br />I write pages about you, <br />You are the nicotine stain on my hand, <br />But to you, <br />I am a passer-by, <br />A bus stop, <br />A smashed shop window, <br />Boarded up, <br />Needing repair but only wanting to be looked in again. <br />Will you see through me? <br />Through my facade? <br />My acting can hardly be called good, <br />So wooden I'm practically a tree, <br />Arching over you, <br />Providing shelter on a rainy day. <br /> <br />You are radiance in it's purest form, <br />Radiation thick with anxiety, <br />Read my clothes, <br />Read my hair, <br />Read my Hands, <br />Read Me.<br /><br />Adam Soper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/read-me-20/
