Old Ragged Jeans

I am like your pocket. I keep you safe. But i am left forgotten, unacknowledged of my worth, until i lose all sense of security and leave you vulnerable and confused.

I am like the pockets

of your old ragged jeans

keeping valuables safe

from the outside 

keeping secrets safe 

unless it is washed

then all is washed away

you forgot your old ragged jeans

left stale on the cold dusty carpet of your room

it was a crazy night 

the secrets 

i had to witness and hold

last night

were far too many

you woke up

swollen in confusion

of what had happened

you find my home 

where i always was

on the corners

of your old ragged jeans

left stale on the cold dusty carpet of your room

you search through me

money, keys, phone

valuables are where they're supposed to be

except

your insecurities, your doubt, your secrets

i've let it out

you dig in me harder

looking for vulnerability and affliction

but 

your mental weight

clogged my passageway 

i couldn't keep them safe much longer

am i where i'm supposed to be?

on the cold dusty carpet of your room?

i am not your intellectual pocket no more

i am forgotten

forgotten 

like the old ragged jeans

you left stale to rot on the cold dusty carpet 

of your room

the old ragged jeans

that has the pockets

that keep you safe

from the outside

not anymore

i've let it out

i am not

last night's win

anymore

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Hotwater]

*applause* *applause* applause*... very nicely done... a different take on the usual endings of relationships.

*bird*