I have a box of souvenirs,
Of every heart that I've ever broken,
All the harsh words misspoken.
Each friendship that dissolved,
Our conflicts unresolved.
Every afternoon of sunshine
Trying to figure out the punchline.
The new night's first celebration.
With awkward stilted conversation.
The first relationship I embraced
Our damaged love misplaced.
A candle for every single year.
A memoir of the insecurity and fear.
Those days when the tears just run,
And the world seems to come undone.
My first experience of betrayal,
Condemnation on a large scale.
I have a box of souvenirs,
Of every heart that I've ever broken,
Including my own.
