Trapped in A Box

I need to put you in a box because reminiscing about you stretches me too thin. So I'm gonna need you to fold yourself up into this neat little cube for me, one where I can only remeber the times I want and can keep this illusion of hope alive. It's starting to hurt me to go through my daily routine with this thing open. It's my very own of Pandora's box. The worst part about it is I didn't want it to be open. I didn't open it and didn't ask for it to be opened. So why are you doing this to me? Did you know you were/are? Please leave me alone and let everything go back to how it was when you were in the box I thought up for you. I'm begging on behalf of my pathetic and stupid heart.