From me to you

I want my stuff back.

I want back the way my whole body relaxed around you.

I want back the secrets I told you, and the trust I sunk in you.

I want back the way I smiled when I was with you, soft and carefree and unguarded.

I want to take back the life we planned to live together.

I want to take back the songs we sang and the movies we watched.

I want my favorite bands back from you, you don't deserve to get them dirty with your touch.

I want it all back, and I'd like some reparations for the way I shut down after we split ways.

I'd like some recompense, for the way I couldn't get out of bed.

I'd like something to fill the hole that opened up in my chest when I saw you with her.

When we split up, we split up because I was ill. Because you told me you couldn't handle my sickness, which I thought was fair enough.

We split up, because I didn't want to leave a mark on your youth.

I take it back.

I take back all the kind words I said behind your back.

I take back the way my face lit up when I talked about you.

I take back the cute pictures we took together and the custom necklace I had made for you.

I take back the way I had your friends check in with you to make sure you were okay.

I take back the way you were my first thought when the fire alarm rang.

And I take back the way I loved you. Because I did.

You don't deserve to know things about me.

And I wish we'd never met.