The Heartbreakers

I love the heartbreakers.

No, not the people—the books.

The ones that tug at every heart string you never knew existed.

The ones that break you, but never beyond repair.

I’m addicted to the thrill—

The thrill of living my life through people who never even existed.

The pain, love, and hate engulf me with each chapter, each word.

I love the heartbreakers—

The ones that never leave my shelf.