She loved her mother.
She had been in love.
She'd had her heart broken.
She loved her friends.
She liked to smoke.
She enjoyed reading.
She enjoyed learning.
She believed in kindness.
She loved music.
She was only half a person.
She hated to be alone.
She was emotional.
She loved deeply.
She had no one that was hers.
She cherished her memories.
She liked to take pictures.
She remembered the unimportant.
She forgot everything.
She gave up on a lot of things.
She wasn't beautiful.
She cried a lot.
She was compassionate.
She wanted more.
She knew something was missing.
She hated herself sometimes.
She knew a lot things.
She didn't know much.
She got her diploma.
She continued her education.
She left her soul mate because she wasn't his.
She loved her best friend.
She didn't eat animals.
She loved her brothers.
She had tattoos.
She hated her job.
She got caught with marijuana.
She didn't go to jail.
She disliked the government.
She appreciated the small things in life.
She loved to laugh.
She knew she was mortal.
She didn't like to think about death.
She didn't know what to do with her life.
She could do a lot of things.

Only fur.
Only bones.
She's gone.
I loved...
I still...
Good dog.

She's in the flowers
Again.
She likes her pajamas
At noon.
Barefooted
Before you know it.

Moving in was a *****.
Three tiny flights of stairs.
Night three and we finally had dinner.
Macaroni and cheese on the floor.
I was sad for the first few months.
Crying on the futon.
Crying in my bed.
Crying on the floor.
Crying in the shower.
Crying on your shoulder.
Netflix, Redbox, and Cooltv.
Dragging bags of clothes to the laundry room.
You and Cody played guitar.
We had a live show every night.
You wrote beautiful music.
And stopped singing if I cried.
Turning conversations into poetry.
You introduced me to Becca.
Little did I know, she'd be my best friend.
Getting drunk.
Getting high.
Smoking out of bongs.
Smoking joints.
Smoking bowls.
Smoking blunts.
Trying to find something to smoke.
The light in the bathroom stopped working.
We had to smack it for it to turn on.
That stopped working too.
The candle caught on fire.
Your drunk friend threw it into the sink.
I almost killed him.
We slept together sometimes.
We slept apart.
We slept with other people.
I took out my dreads to make myself feel better.
Shang was in West Virginia the whole time.
But he was in the living room every day.
We rolled...so many times.
Laughing at everything.
Going on toilet paper missions.
The futon broke.
New rule: no *** on the futon.
Playing Circle of Death, we got to know each other.
The ring of beer stains around the coffee table.
Bats chirping right outside my window.
We discovered our super powers.
I don't remember my birthday party.
The Christmas party.
Justin got me drunk on white Russians.
Slow dancing with Brian.
Mouth ****.
Jello shots.
You never carved the turkey cookie.
New Year's Eve someone kicked in the door.
It was broken for months.
The next few months were the last ones.
I didn't want to leave.
The apartment was our home.
We ****** up, we grew up, we threw up.
There's no place home.