things i wrote

The pillow

I have a pillow on my bed,
It's ugly,
and it's ragged,
but it's mine.

In it,
Is every secret that i've ever had.
Every night i've ever cried,
Every night i've ever loved,
And Every single night in between.
It's seen it all

It's old, I should just probably throw it out,

But it has too much to be abandoned. Because if I leave it alone,
Then someone can find it

someone can figure out everything about me if they have the pillow,
they'll know my secrets,
they'll know what makes me bad,
and what makes me good.

if someone has that pillow,
they can look inside me,
they can think my thoughts,
they can feel my feelings,
they can fear my fears,
they smile my smiles
and even cry my tears.

I think even the pillow has had enough of me