Lost in decorated journals
resting on my night stand
Strategically spaced all around
last years Civics notes
Wedged between Great Expectations
& a dictionary on a book shelf in my bedroom
Cycling through the washing machine
tucked inside the back pocket of my jeans
Crushed under the weight of my dresser
Hidden under a pile
of paperwork in my car 
Words drenched in so much
unadulterated pain
Years of twisted agony,
aching to be forgotten