Get Comfortable With

I step outside my comfort zone when I close you,

Because within your pages is where I feel the most safe;

I knew right then that I had to order more than two,

For it is the only time I feel like anything other than a waif.

Having you was the first time I felt I had a trusted companion,

Since everyone else broke my trust with their lies,

That it made me want to dive into a riverless canyon —

But instead I will just write inside you while eating fries.

You have absorbed more than the ink you were made for,

Grease, blood and tears have altered the shade of your pages;

For that I apologize from the depths of my core,

But understand that I shall continue to stain you for ages.

For you hold secrets that are treacherous to share,

And give me a haven to express the pain that is too much to bear.