8 years in life, 3 months in a flat 1 matching tattoo The top of a Tupperware you've took. I cut meat on it now. A black blazer that never suited you. It's sitting in the donation pile for 3 weeks before I throw it out. Your old glasses, your world must have been really blurry. I couldn't see your side. A bag of rotting onions. The last text I sent was about how disgusting it is that you didn't even throw them out. I kept them in the cupboard for a month, before I realized you won't apologize.