My book. You.

There was a book
I kept reading
Over a long period
Of time
I would read a
Page or two
Then bored, or tired
Put it back on the shelf
I would let it gather dust
Forget most of the details
And then, out of the blue
Want to read the book again

And I treated you
Like this book
I forgot
You had feelings
And you were hurt
Each time
I drew you close
Only to push you away