The Pieces of You

Piece of You #4

I opened my dresser drawer for no reason one day. Maybe a part of me knew what I would find in there but I really wasn't expecting it. It was another piece of you. When I slid the drawer open it jumped out and started throwing all the notes at me. All the notes you wrote to me. I didn't know what it wanted me to do with them. It just kept throwing them at me while they stumbled down and landed on my floor. After they were all out of the drawer I looked down at them, scattered aimlessly around my room. I sat down and stared at all of them with a blank expression on my face. I felt numb. I couldn't bear to look at them. That was until the piece of you grabbed a note and placed it on my lap. I couldn't move, I didn't want to touch it, I didn't want to be reminded of all the things you used to write to me, how all of them were a lie. Everything that was written in those notes was painful reminders that you left me with, and this little piece of you wanted me to read them so desperately. Just like how the piece of you I found in my bed found amusement from me crying about you, this one was going to find amusement in watching me read the notes you wrote. It wanted to watch me bawl my eyes out and continue to read the notes through my tears. I would not give this piece of you satisfaction. I would not torture myself for its amusement.

I threw the note off of my lap and started collecting them off of my floor. Once I had them all in my hand I shoved them back into the drawer they came out of. The piece of you started pulling and tugging on my leg while I was forcing them back into the drawer. Once they were all in I picked up the piece of you that was holding onto my leg and shoved it into the drawer next to the notes. When I finally got it in I slammed the drawer shut as fast as I could. It immediately started banging around in there demanding I set it free. I refused. I would not let these pieces of you take control of my life. I will not let them put me in more pain. I will not let them constantly remind me of you.

I sat back on my bed and listened to it bang around inside my drawer. This went on for about 20 minutes until I opened the drawer back up, grabbed the piece of you, put it on the floor, took out every single note, sat down on my floor next to the piece of you, and started to read the first note while tears slowly seeped out of my eyes. The piece of you sat there next to me and watched as I read every single note you gave me. It sat there and watched in amusement at my pain and suffering. The worst part is, I did the same thing again the next day.