A sad love story.

It has been a long time since we have seen each other. Have you forgotten about me. I feel neglected, dirty and used. I used to be your favourite.

Remember when we first met? That video store in the shopping mall back in 95. It was love at first site. You picked me up and we spent the entire weekend together. It was weeks before your smell came off me.

After that it was 3 even 4 times a week we'd be together. Friends used to comment that we were together too much but you didn't care it felt right. It WAS right. I loved those days. But now they're gone. A distant memory that makes me cry even writing this.

Have you stopped loving me because I haven't cleaned myself up? Those were accidents and I tried to get clean but it was so hard you know that you tried but it only made it worse.

Or is it because I'm getting old and you found some younger model to replace me?

You bastard... You fucking bastard!

I can't remember the last time you took me out. You just want to sleep with me and keep me locked up.

I had you inside me!! and you won't even take me to the fucking movies now let alone a restaurant.

It's over isn't it? I knew deep down it was over but I didn't want to face reality. I was warned this day would come. I heard the whispers, the stories but I never suspected it would happen this fast.

Please don't throw me out, I'll stick around. Just out of respect.... don't use me as a rag.

Dedicated to my old Akira shirt 1995-2010 (pictured) which has now fallen apart and is unwearable :( You were my fav.

It has been a long time since we have seen each other. Have you forgotten about me. I feel neglected, dirty and used. I used to be your favourite. Remember when we first met? That video store in the shopping mall back in 95. It was love at first site. You picked me up and we spent the entire weekend together. It was weeks before your smell came off me. After that it was 3 even 4 times a week we'd be together. Friends used to comment that we were together too much but you didn't care it felt right. It WAS right. I loved those days. But now they're gone. A distant memory that makes me cry even writing this. Have you stopped loving me because I haven't cleaned myself up? Those were accidents and I tried to get clean but it was so hard you know that you tried but it only made it worse. Or is it because I'm getting old and you found some younger model to replace me? You bastard... You fucking bastard! I can't remember the last time you took me out. You just want to sleep with me and keep me locked up. I had you inside me!! and you won't even take me to the fucking movies now let alone a restaurant. It's over isn't it? I knew deep down it was over but I didn't want to face reality. I was warned this day would come. I heard the whispers, the stories but I never suspected it would happen this fast. Please don't throw me out, I'll stick around. Just out of respect.... don't use me as a rag. Dedicated to my old Akira shirt 1995-2010 (pictured) which has now fallen apart and is unwearable :( You were my fav.