There’s so much history in my head
And sometimes it threatens to break free
So I banish thought and things into
A place that’s filled with me.
Journals and notebooks are stacked in it
It’s filled with words to the brim,
The dark corners house old letters,
Trinkets and knickknacks bought on a whim.
There are pressed flowers in the pages
Old Polaroids representing feelings lost;
Chits of paper covered in lovely words
From people whose paths I’ve crossed.
There are impractical things like ticket stubs
But I am a sentimental person and I like to keep
Emotions, passions and heartstrings preserved
Melancholy and joy, shallow to deep.
It’s true my thoughts are all within me
But they also exist someplace outside
My desk drawer is overflowing with them,
I hope my heart is safe inside.