I am terrible at reading people
But I want to read her

She’s the kind of book I want to read cover to cover
Then start all over again

A book I would keep with me
Always learning new things from it

The kind of book that keeps me up at night
Reading until my eyes burn

Until I come to know every word
Could recite her from memory

I would memorize her,
Yet never grow tired of her

She would be my favorite book
A holy text more sacred than any other

She’s a book that could move me to tears
And make me laugh in the next sentence

The kind I want to live inside of
Curled up between the pages of her text

The kind I can’t put down,
More enchanting than any version of reality

Whose pages become worn,
Soft from the touch of my fingers

I am not a people reader
But I want to read her