Ode To "_ _"

He was the most

Most...

He was my best-friend

My boyfriend

My brother

My lover

My home

He was...

Lost in himself

Stuck in himself

Incarcerated in the darkest pits of addiction

He was always trying to be someone that he wasn't

Himself

He was the rose that sprung from the concrete of his fractured heart

He was the torn-up, worn-out, too-small, wrinkled-up, mystery-stained t-shirt that you never wanted to give up because it held too many memories.

I guess that that's what it was

He held too many memories

Too many memories

Too many memories

And that's all that's left now

Too many memories