I want all my drawings back
I shouldn’t have given them to you
It’s not like I owed you anything
I had already paid my dues
I think I’d appreciate them more
I’d hang them up on the walls
Wouldn’t lock them in a drawer
They wouldn’t end up in balls
in a corner on the floor
They’d inspire me
Just like you used to
It became such a habit
To give you every piece of me
My life so intertwined with yours,
more than I ever thought it’d be
Every idea I had
Everything I did
I let it all spill out
I became a little kid
I just want my drawings back
They’re proof of my vulnerability
The thought of you having that
simply feels like a liability
Proof of just how much I trusted you
Proof of how naive
I used to be
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