Tue 26 Feb 2008
You have my music, the music that I openly shared with you. I can no longer listen to my music, it is no longer mine. It was ours and now there is no us, no ours. I tried changing songs, but they were all ours. I switched to the CD, but that was yours.
You have my pictures. The oldest picture I have of me without you is over 6 months old. So many pictures, and they were all ours, is anything left that is mine.
You.
You have so much of me.
You have my memories. It was six months, you have most every memory. I can’t even have my sister’s wedding, that was ours. Thanksgiving, Christmas, yes, those were ours also.
You have my city. You have my favorite places in Cincinnati. There is not a place that I go to that you have not been. You even have my favorite view, why did I have to share that with you.
You.
You have so much of me.
You have my friends. You have almost every one of my friends. I can’t even have my own friends, they are all our friends. I don’t know who I can talk to anymore, they are our friends, but none are mine.
You have my secrets. You know more about me that anyone else. I trusted you with most everything. At least I can still share those with others.
You.
You have so much of me.
You have my heart. You have a piece of my heart. That piece which I can never have back, that piece which I can never give to someone else.
I have tried to cry you out, wash you out, and even cut you out; but all I am left with are salt water remains, empty drains, and crimson pains.
You.
You have so much of me.
But I no longer have you.
