please, don’t go

ever since i was a little kid

i never wanted people to go through my stuff

i held onto them for dear life

like they’re a part of me

maybe i’m hoarding the past

or maybe they never stopped haunting me.

but now,

my windows are opened, my safe is unlocked

everything is yours if you wanted

my words, my heart, my poems

you can have them all

as long as you’re staying.

please, leave your hair clips around the house

your scent on my bed

and your lipsticks on my cheek

so as long as your things are here,

i can hold onto to you forever.

t.l.

please, don’t go.