And my friends believe in me too much

i believe that i have already been given all the love i can expect in this lifetime

i have been given more than others, less than some

i keep the pieces in a bag in my wardrobe

and last weekend i had to decide if i should take them with me to my new house

i decided not to, put a note on the bag saying 'please don't throw out,' 

then changed my mind and folded it gently into my suitcase

to sit in someone else's wardrobe for a few more years. 

and exactly what the fuck am i supposed to do with this, 

the only physical proof i have left

that i was loveable, once. maybe twice

flimsy little things that will rot over time, 

and one day i'll have to stop carrying them around

i could throw them out, and i guess i'd be free

but i'd rather be captive