Those Ray Bans I begged you to get for me last summer. The ones that were always lopsided because I sat on them every time I threw myself into your passenger seat.
The nozzle we used to screw onto the hose to fill up water balloons before we rode around in your car and hucked them at all those fucking bikers.
That glass pipe we bought at Amazing Adult Express. The one that changed colors every time we got high together.
...Not to mention the plastic pink bong you found in a bathroom at college and told me I could have.
My eyeliner pencil that never came off my face even with make up remover because I charred it with my lighter too many times.
The squished pack of Marb Menthols you plucked from my back pocket and wouldn't give back because Smoking is for dirty girls.
My virginity.
And the ironic 'Thank You For Not Smoking" sign you stole for me from the Comfort Inn the night after prom.
That last glass of wine at your family dinner you drank for me because It would have been too much.
The purple lace bra and panties I cooked you dinner in last Valentines day. The night I let you do me on the kitchen counter.
And that Needham Football shirt I love to sleep in. It used to be yours but I think we would both agree, it should be mine now