Lost & found

When I move out I'll take my binder full of stories 

I have an unfinished fanfic 

lyrics of the horrid songs I used to like

and the map of my neverending quest for love

I have motivational phrases in bold marker lettering

I have quotes from the Bible, from when I was a christian

I have everything I was before you

I'm bringing my box of letters

from friends I never saw again

from people I now don't want to look at

knick-knacks from the time it wasn't you

who made me sigh and hope and turn inside

words that meant I was cared for, loved and wanted

in a life that's not this one I'm starting

I'll introduce you to people you'll never meet

who once were the core of everything, it seems

who took time to make things for me

and will never get to know you and see

see

see

See how I turned into us

how happiness looks like from where I stand

how my quest has finally ended

with all the other things I've found

See the way you look at me

and know you never give me flowers

and why that doesn't even matter

because I'll never find a box as big

as the world I carry on my sleeve

since the day I figured it was over, I was done

I no longer need mementos to remind me 

where I am

who I am

what I am

what is true and where to run

when I find out it is you

to whom I'm going home