I keep you in my bookbag
where you can't talk to me.
I keep you in my bookbag,
where you stare into nothing.
I keep you in my bookbag,
where you can't hurt me.
I keep you in my bookbag because that is your home.
Where I forget to rip you apart and burn you.
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Author:
liri (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 3rd, 2025 09:19
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
We all hold onto things that we wish we had gotten rid of or intended to get rid of, but did not. This poem seems to be about one of those. Nicely written.
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