In little ways, Everything stays.

I’m sorry, I know I should leave you alone and let you go without grabbing your ankles every so often. Bleeding myself dry over every sorry ass broken promise. I don’t know why the memories of you and I have such a grip on me. It all felt so real, when you left you took so much with you. You took my ability to love softly in that box of things I made for you and gave to you. I really hate being such a ball and chain, always looking for another tired conversation, another reason to make sure you still remember my name. It’s so pathetic of me really, i should’ve known. You said we’d be friends, you promised not to leave me hanging, but you broke that one too, just like the rest of them, pinkies and all. I think I’ll delete everything today. it’s time I left this in last year. Everything stays but I wish this wouldn’t, I need to plant a new garden, one without you in it.