Everyday I carry with me a purse.
In my purse I carry a worn out heart key chain, a fragile heart that loves too much.
I carry rusty keys
Keys that lock doors to my past and unlock my hopes and dreams. In my big pocket I carry the ponderous weight of my own regrets.
I carry the guilt of the things I could’ve done for other people.
I carry my phone
My phone sits in my front pocket and symbolizes my friends.
Friends that I don’t talk to anymore, friends that I see everyday and friends that have long gone.
I carry mint Chapstick
Chapstick to heal the burning wounds, of people I let take advantage of me.
I carry make-up, It’s very heavy because it masks the flaws and imperfections
of the bumps and indents on my skin.
In my side pocket I carry mascara
Mascara to fix the lashes stuck together from endless crying.
Tucked away safely I carry red lipstick
Lipstick to brighten my day when I have nothing left to give.
I carry my wallet in my second pocket
My wallet with my I.D to remind me of who I am when I forget.
I carry loose change in the front hidden pocket
Change to give to people when they’re a little short.
I carry pictures from past memories
To remind me of who those people are when they have disappeared.
Tickets from years passed line the bottom of my bag
Reminding me that memories stay when people and places change.
I carry a pen and paper
Paper that haunts me with the pressure to get into college.
Straps from my purse strain my shoulder.
I carry an eraser, It’s very bulky
Hiding the mistakes and regrets I have.
I carry Hand sanitizer
To wash the sins off me, making me feel brand new.
I carry headphones
Headphones to block out the world when I need a break.
I leave an inside pocket empty
Empty from the absence of people I once loved,
And a little room of space to let in new ones.