For Auria: 

 

and as I grew older, I realized that the concept was the same with people.

 

Forgive me, 

But sometimes I forget what I was taught.

Because when I saw you,

Before you even said a word, 

I knew who you were and what you were capable of.

 

You stood out,

Like F. Scott Fitzgerald among E.L. James and J.K Rowling.

 

You were that type of book-

The one a basic bitch wouldn't look at twice but a scholar would indulge themselves into.

 

Like the Great Gatsby, 

Before I even read the covers, 

I knew that you'd be a book full of surprises.

 

Your confidence shined through the darkest shelves.

Your smile stretched throughout the atmosphere.

I saw dark eyes that shined the way the sky shined at night. 

 

But as I observed you further and dug deeper into your pages

I saw ...... that you've been broken before.

I saw beyond the front you put up.

 

Sweetie, it's okay to not be okay sometimes.

 

You have to learn,

Not everyone enjoys great literature.

Not everyone knows what a masterpiece is.

 

But the ones that do will cherish it.

 

Wait for the scholars, 

They'll come sooner or later, 

And stop giving basic bitches a chance to look through pages too complicated for their comprehension.