Potential

[ruby fossil]

I buy books
coins emptied from my jeans
I head home, skipping
stacking them on my shelf
tomorrow,
I will read the worlds greatest
piece of literature
but tomorrow comes
and the next tomorrow
the days blur
my hands grow cold
the words lift off the page
and sit heavy on my tongue
speaking things
I swore I never would
drowning myself
in stolen rum
the taste too easy to love
it seeps through the walls
and bleeds into the ink
until I have spiraled
I should’ve read those books.

[pulsar moon]

Helloo! I like the tonal shift from the beginning with skipping after buying the books towards darker words like drowning and bleeding as the regret settles in. I think you could expand a bit by turning the first few lines into a more descriptive image instead of directly stating that you’re buying books— maybe the image of coming home with empty pockets but arms full?