I have these things I cannot get over,
I have feelings that are bad for me,
I have a history with you,
And a shoebox full of poetry.

Your card is hanging on my bedroom wall,
The one you gave me for Valentine's Day,
I guess I haven't found the time,
Or the courage to put it away.

And every time I wear the shirt,
You gave me all those months ago,
I cry. It's all that I have left of you,
A reminder of why I can't let go.

Your ghost lingers on all of my things,
It clings to my clothes and the bed,
It fills the very air I breathe in,
Putting sad thoughts inside of my head.

I cannot escape the memories,
There are traces of you everywhere,
No matter what youre on my mind,
This grief is heavy and hard to bear.

These things continue to weigh me down,
I've attempted to make them depart,
Although I try and force them to leave,
It feels like they're glued to my heart.