To the people who have hurt me, loved me and broke me.

Memories

I keep you in a little wallet.
The memories I had with you
The happy
The sad
I always keep it in my pocket, with all my other trinkets and niknaks
You come with me everywhere I go
If I have a job interview
Or a date
Or even a family dinner
You and what you have with me stays inside of the wallet. Which is in my pocket.
I like to take it out sometimes
Hold the wallet
Hug the wallet
Shake the wallet
Get the sounds of the memories to clank and go together so there is no real understanding of what it is. Which memory is close to the top
But I never look at them
I never open the blue and purple wallet.
Your favorite colors.
If I were to open this wallet it would make me think of you
The way you love animals
And eat anything that comes to you.
But fuck you
And fuck the memories
You lied to me
I cannot handle that.
You did not treat me with respect.
I miss you
And I'll love you from afar
But I hope you got your slap to the face.