Rearranging my room to keep my mind off things.

A deep clean is a must, but I find a box, oh the

memories it brings.

 

My hands shakes nervously, my eyes start to flood with water.

"Him" the box said. My body feels tight, slender like a otter.

 

"Fuck it" tossing the box across the room confused but yet sad.

Picturing everything we did together, watching sunsets you 

always wore plaid.

 

I cave my head in my legs, trying to forget about us.

The first time we met your green eyes, adrenaline in my 

body feeling like a rush.

 

Grabbbing the box, opening it out of curiousity. 

A poloraid picture dated August 8th, 2021,  it filled 

the room with animosity.

 

A picture of you, but I let you go a long time ago. 

We were both weird, that's what I liked about him, he 

awkwardly saids" Hello".

 

Does he miss me? Does he even love me? 

He didn't give me flowers and messages started to get dry.

It caused me to look into the light and see.

 

I wipe my tears away, realizing I'm back in reality. 

Pushing the box back under the bed. You were the lock

and I was the key.

 

Love is hard, why must we go through these things? 

What kind of lesson is this? I feel empty, no emotions

it just stings.