Your ass got flatter;

my hair is shorter.

You're still wearing the chain I gave you.

I gifted the hoodie you got me last summer

to my little sister. Two years younger, she

doesn't understand the pain I am going through.

She wants to help but doesn't know how so she

wears the hoodie for you, different from the way I did.

She does it to rub shit in, to spread salt, and

to laugh at your claimed failure.

I wore it for a false love everyone warned me about.

I hope you don't ever get the approval you have been after.