Store me in the drawer, next to the gifts you appreciated in the moment but forgot about the next day. Keep me layered between discarded knit jumpers, unnecessary and forgotten in the languid summer heat. Replace me with loose flowing blouses in all the vibrant colours that don't exist in me. Dig me out from beneath the heavy weight of your highschool textbooks, I carry the knowledge that you no longer require. You can't bring me back to life, the damage is already done.
