One day I remembered that you gave me your sweatshirt and I felt as though I should give it back to you since we weren't together anymore. I didn't want any more reminders of you so giving it back to you was the best thing to do. I took it and put it in my backpack as I mentally prepared myself to walk up to you and hand it to you during school.
When I got to school I decided to put it in my locker until I could give it to you later during the day. When I took it out of my backpack to put in my locker I felt something inside of it. I unfolded it and found yet another piece of you. It kept grabbing onto me and it would not let me put the sweatshirt into my locker. It looked petrified but I was not letting this one stay with me. I did not want any more reminders of you. I pulled it off of me and wrapped it up in the sweatshirt and threw it into my locker. I slammed my locker shut and walked away before I had to listen to it slam around in there like the one I tried to lock in my drawer.
At the end of the day, I went to my locker so I could give the sweatshirt back to you. When I walked up to my locker the piece of you was banging around so loudly in there I was afraid to open it. I decided that it could wait until tomorrow so I walked away from it and went home, except instead of waiting until tomorrow, it was a few days, and by a few days I mean a few weeks, or maybe a month. Every time I walked near my locker I got so scared that I just decided to not even open it. Until one day I had enough of it. I walked to my locker, opened it, took your sweatshirt out, and shoved it deep inside my backpack, but instead of giving it back to you, I took it home with me.
When I got home I took the sweatshirt out of my backpack and the piece of you clang onto me and would not let me go. I felt such pain for it that I buried my face into your sweatshirt that still smelled like you and cried, and all the while I could hear the first piece of you snickering from the end of my bed.
Once again, something else I was not strong enough to do: give you back a sweatshirt, and I wonder why I keep finding pieces of you everywhere.
YOU ARE READING
The Pieces of You
PoetryIf 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...
