I entrusted you with a book filled with my favorite poems
I told you to look and read and tell me what you felt
I thought you knew that you were looking at pieces of me
Pieces that I loved and cared enough to share.
But you lost my book.
I should’ve known then you didn’t care about the pieces of me
Losing my book was the perfect metaphor for our relationship
I gave you everything, and you cared just enough to take it and lose it