Pandora

All the times I spent:
trying to box out all my feelings,
duct tape my loneliness,
and throw in all the memories-
they were all wasted.

My heart was like Pandora's box-
for all of a sudden the lid,
that fucking mighty tight lid,
flew away and exposed the insides.

Even if you destroyed it,
the box- it's all yours.
No matter how much you break and shatter,
it'll find a way to come back.

How hard it is to cause such sorrow:
too much crying and drama.
If only love was the source,
but it was merely curiosity
.