into my pocket

I want to put you away, into my pocket,

I know you won’t be happy there  nestled underneath the lint and hair

yet all I want is to keep you there, so that you can’t leave me.

The hurt is here and I’m unaware that you’re cries are being formed.

But instead of looking in towards, I realized I’m being warned.

That my love for you is toxic to ever being able to

keep you here enclosed with me

and instead i let you go

and oh my dear god oh

I’m left with a hole

a hole in my pocket that was already void of any lining

a cruel cruel fucking joke on me.


All written content © 2012-2013 Helenna Santos-Levy


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