Scrolling through my phone and all I see is us, thought I deleted everything but I guess I ain’t deleted enough, I made a poem about you it called “growth”, and got on snap and noticed you being happy, it’s been hard for me to smile after clashing, and I thought that I would better after I let you verbally bash me, yea I messed up and I tried to work through it, I know you said you gave me time, but you also said that you’ll help me work though it, See I’ve got problems like you got problems but I tried to speak on em, we fix one thing then here another one and you started taking all that past pain like building blocks just to build on it, you say you let it go, but kept it hidden like a bad secret, skeletons in the closet is rotten, and the creases of you mind I hear your pain speaking, but everytime I looked you in your eyes, I see that scared little girl screaming, see you grown like I’m grown, but yet we still growing, I got words...