I bought that song that reminds me of you. I saw that movie you told me to watch last year. It would have been better if you were there. I think sometimes all I do is think about all the fun we had and how you told me your secrets. How I trusted you with mine. I remember the wall I had built around my heart, the one you worked so hard to break down. The little smiles. Conversations about nothing, but yet everything. Its hard for me to remember, because of how it ended. I put that away, in a place that I try so hard to forget exists. No matter what, I will blame myself for something you did.

Things I love that will NEVER love me back, a short list:
•Netflix
•Vinyl
•The smell of rain
•Hot Cheetos with pickle juice
•Dr Marten boots
AND
• my 1927 Copy of Anna Karenina in german

And if every hole makes a scar
And every scar marks its place
Then I will never live freely without your trace