Things

I like things. Small things, Big things, Old things, New things.

I like to keep them. I like to look at them. I like to hold them. They are my little toys— I like to play with them.

Sometimes I break them. Sometimes I fix them. Sometimes I throw them out. But I appreciate them all regardless.

They fill the void in my soul.

It’s my collection of things. Small things. Big things. Old things. New things. I like my things.

My collection is big, Yet there’s one little thing, One little toy That I couldn’t get my hands on. One thing I want to break so much— Your heart, Because you owe me mine.