I still have your hoodie…

I still wear it more then I care to admit…

Always struggling with the fact that me having it…

Was supposed to mean something, wasn’t it?

Wrapped up in you …

Even though you let me go.

Trying to hold on to the good feelings I felt…

Before I was ‘ pathetic ‘ and whatever else.

The good ones always end up bruised..

I’ve been shown it enough,

To know that statement is nothing but truth…

Maybe one day I’ll think of you and be filled up with hate…

But for now I’m still filled with all that love I gave away.