Your pullover
Oversized shirts
That toy
The fake daisies
This bag
Every letters
Our poloraids
That spongebob mug
Can we bring back what's lost?
The stains on the bed
The way you dry my hair
How you curse me for being naive
The way you stroke my hair
When your hands land on my waist
The way we spoke the same words
And the way your face light up when you're happy
Are you happy now? What are you doing now?
It's the ache
The pain,
The price of being a "bad" guy
The loss
The leaving
The emptiness that got left behind
But no, we can't bring back people who doesn't even try
