Threadbare Heartache

I was kind enough To put your shirt In the drawer next to my bed But I wish I had the strength To leave it on the floor instead I want it to collect dust But then that means The last few months didn’t matter Maybe I should just wear it To cover up making My heart shatter Then you Would see pictures And think I still care Which I don’t Want you to know So I’ll keep you unaware What if I just put it On the other side Of the bed? I won’t hold it Like I usually do But your cologne is still in my head I’ll fold it again And put it back in the drawer With it cracked I’ll sleep on the other side Until the thought of you No longer makes my heart react