Old Phone

I found my old phone today In a box that I had hidden away Nostalgia trying to lead me astray Maybe I’ll unwrite some wrongs.. I charged the battery again Combinations cause my passcode had changed Opened up and saw familiar names Now I wonder where they’ve gone * Conversations with my dead friends Messages from all my exes I kinda think that this was best left In the past where it belongs I feel an overwhelming sadness Of all the friends I do not have left Seeing how my family has fractured Growing up and moving on I found my old phone today Arguments that I tried to keep at bay The ones who loved me I just pushed them away Couldn’t tell the difference from the leeches My closed hand still holds some mates But if I’m open it gets smaller day by day I can’t tell if it is pleasure or pain Trying to keep within my remit * Conversations with my dead friends Messages from all my exes I kinda think that this was best left In the past where it belongs I feel an overwhelming sadness Of all the friends I do not have left Seeing how my family has fractured Growing up and moving on I found my old phone today So full of love Yet so full of hate I put it back inside there from whence it came Nothing good will come from regretting * Conversations with my dead friends Messages from all my exes I kinda think that this was best left In the past where it belongs I feel an overwhelming sadness Of all the friends I do not have left Seeing how my family has fractured Growing up and moving on I found my old phone today