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.
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