Bookworm

“Your nose is always in a book, bookworm",
he spat out the words, holding my arm firm.
Helpless, not knowing what to say, I froze.
He never noticed my tears as he rose.

Heartbroken, I watched him slither away.
I would never see him after that day.
He wanted me to change but I couldn’t,
or an honest account is I wouldn’t.

As painful as it was to let him go,
it was blatant that it had to be so.
Why should I give up what is dear to me?
Reading opens doors and sets my mind free.

Ten years have passed and maybe you can guess,
books in all corners, everywhere a mess.
Buried under books is my handsome man,
furnishing as many books as he can.