One morning when I was packing my backpack; you'll never guess it, I found another piece of you. It crawled out from underneath my books and I got so mad at it that I just zipped my backpack shut. As I was doing so I could hear the first piece of you laughing at me from my bed. I didn't open my backpack again until I was at school. I opened my backpack during my first period class and I saw it just sitting in there with the tiny Penn state football you gave to me the first time we started talking. I carried that football around in my backpack with me for weeks. I'm not sure how it ended up back in there because I swore I took it out. I didn't do anything about this. I left the piece of you alone with the football and was painfully reminded of you every time I saw it in there. I wanted to take the football and throw it as hard as I could but I knew that would do absolutely nothing. Every time I opened my backpack it was there and I was reminded of how nice you used to be before you broke my heart.
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The Pieces of You
PoesiaIf you really want to know the pain and heartbreak you put me through, this is for you. I know you will never want to know what you did to me. It's easier for you to just forget about it and act like it never even happened. Unfortunately I cannot...
