I've been a bad girl
And I've kept pieces of you
Parts that I've taken
And bits that you've given
I hide under my pillow your eyes, well, what's left
The strings of your coarse hairs in a weft
Your palms are at the bottom of my shower drain
The teeth in a box I can barely contain
There are flecks of your heart still stuck in my hair
And no matter how I much I brush they stay there
I keep your initials
At the back of my mind
And your chest leaves a permanent pressure against mine
Your words made of gold I can hardly define
These are the pieces I hope you don't mind
You haven't noticed them yet you haven't bothered the find
The chunks of your soul
that I kept for the hole
You made when you
Left me behind
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 5:39 AM UTC
I've been a bad girl
And I've kept pieces of you
Parts that I've taken
And bits that you've given
I hide under my pillow your eyes, well, what's left
The strings of your coarse hairs in a weft
Your palms are at the bottom of my shower drain
The teeth in a box I can barely contain
There are flecks of your heart still stuck in my hair
And no matter how I much I brush they stay there
I keep your initials
At the back of my mind
And your chest leaves a permanent pressure against mine
Your words made of gold I can hardly define
These are the pieces I hope you don't mind
You haven't noticed them yet you haven't bothered the find
The chunks of your soul
that I kept for the hole
You made when you
Left me behind
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