It
by jon
Here, Hold it.
No, Keep it.
I dont want it, anymore,
its too hurtful for me to have it.
I know its mine,
and I probably would use it,
but there is too much attached to it,
youve had it too long,
for me not to look at it, and think of you,
its too much like you,
its warmth, its embrace,
on second thought, i want it back,
its my way of keeping you,
its my way of remembering you,
its my way of loving you,
and i dont care that you have him,
because i have it...