A Little Poetry

Box

Even after you threw me out on the side of the road in a worn old box to sit in the rain

You are forgetting all of the times we had when we were kids. when we played with the doll house that you swore you would never get rid of.

Even though you tossed all those memories to make new ones with new people,

I will still be here where you left me, waiting for you to tell me how you feel. I will always listen to the shit stories that the world has put on you. I will always be there to listen.

You don't have to hang out with me or care anymore, but I'm still here in that battered old box waiting with all of the battered old memories.

I will not quit on you. You are an addiction that doesn't come with a way out.

These are the feelings that I am too scared to tell you face to face. The feeling of loss and sorrow.

I have a hole in my chest where you pulled my heart out. every time I see you in the halls laughing and joking with the new girls, I am reminded of this hole and it's throbbing pain.

I still haven't forgotten you.
I am still waiting and hoping with what's left of my heart for you to come back.