A year of true love
Four bouquets of flowers
Every petal slowly plummeting
Sitting in the middle of my room
How could I ever get rid of them
Especially since they’re from you.
My teenage love.

15 years of torture and love
1 blanket given to me years back
Still attached is your scent
How I miss that version of you
Maybe that’s why I hold onto it.
My once amazing dad.

The pencil scratching against the page
Words of love being written
The notes you write all together
Just like us..
I could never leave them alone.
My bag of love.

All together my room
If I’ve ever loved you your there
Attached to a wall or hidden in the closet
Your represented in some way
My 15 years of life packed into this space.