Losing Things

I lose things, often
I lose schoolwork
I lose memories
I am forgetful
I misplace things almost constantly
Where did I put my bag?
Where did I put my self-confidence?
I forget things quickly and create fantasies even quicker
But there is no way to write down an entire poem or story in a flash
I sometimes lose things halfway on purpose
I do this thing where I know that I'm doing something wrong
And for no reason I do it anyways
I do it and tell a lie later to cover up about something that doesn't even matter
I am not sure why
Maybe it’s for laziness
Or for a thrill
Or a contradictory combination
I look for things, for a long time
I look everywhere, and I see everything but for some reason
I guess I just don't comprehend it all at first glance
And often not at second or third
I have to call in another pair of eyes to look for the skirt that I just can't find
Or show me the answers that are just inside if only I could learn to
Open my eyes
And not lose everything and everyone
Halfway on purpose
I say I didn't really notice
I did