A word of advice: do not skim over me
And assume you’ve learned
Everything you need to know, seen
All you need to see.
I am not your favorite book
For you to run your hand over my spine
Thinking you know me like that.
Do not abandon me on a shelf when
You think you’ve had enough,
To let me collect dust and fade in the light.
There are lines to read and lines to read between
That you must have skipped over,
For you’re missing half of the plot.
You don’t know the story
From merely reading the summary on the back,
You don’t get to fold over the pages
With only the prettiest words
Just so you can disregard the rest.
Do not just flip through
And think you know enough
To consider it your favorite,
When some of the pages have been
Stuck together the whole time,
Hiding perhaps the most beautiful lines of all.