MEMORIES DON'T MEAN MUCH; THE PAST WAS GOOD BUT NOW...WHO GIVES A ****
UNFORTUNATELY IM LOST N CONFUSED; DONT GET "HEARTFELT" NOT OVER U.
I DONT MEAN 2 B HARSH BUT I'VE KEPT IT REAL N WEN I TELL THE TRUTH IM JUST
SAYN HOW I FEEL.
U WERE MI 1ST ON ALOT OF THINGS; BT I TOLD U HOW I FEEL BOUT MEMORIES
TEAR DROPS ..NO MORE LEFT TO CRY; "I LOVE U" "I NEED U" NOTHING BUT AN ALLABI
NOT SAYIN ITZ NOT TRU CUZ BOI IF I WAS U I'D MISS ME TO. THE POINT IS I FEEL SO
BAD B CUZ I DO LOVE U BUT WE CUD NEVER B AGAIN. FORGIVE BUT DONT FORGET
HW COULD I, OVER A BOY I NEVER CRIED.
BUT DATS IN THE PAST; ONLY THING 2 D0 NOW IS LAUGH; NEVER AGAIN; I MUST ADMIT; OPEN MYSELF UP N GET PLAYED LIKE A *****; IM STICKING 2 BREEZY
IM GLAD I MET U N DATS SUM REAL SHYT THO;
"WHAT I WANT; SHUD NEVER HURT THIS BAD"

It’s been two months and you are still giving me things.
This time I inherited your long tan coat.
The one you wore along with a plastic bag on your head
when it was raining.
The one that swooshed when your arms swung back and forth
while the long belt would drag
along the ground on one side.
The one nobody wanted.

I slid my arms into the sleeves
and felt the sleek fabric hug my skin,
unlike the way it hung
from your frail shoulder blades.
I slowly
reached my hands further
and further
into the deep pockets,
dreading that I’d find leftover food wrapped up in napkins-
and cried when it wasn’t there.