You left your white T-shirt at my house
and it smells like you, every inch of it

I run my hands on it,

try to hold onto its well-knit threads
harder than I held onto you

I examine its V-neck
and try to make the same angle with my thumb and index
as I used to do when you wore it
hoping that my hand can still feel your heart beat

I rub my fingerprints against its sleeves
and gently reach the armpit
hoping you'd be tickled
and you'd tickle me back

and I'd sigh, as deeply
and desperately
as I ever could

when I remember,
when I realize
my hopes will never come true

and I'd never feel your heartbeat
or touch your skin through the softness of its fabric
I'd never tickle you
or punch you
or hurt you

I would never be with you

and when my tears fall on your shirt
I hold it as close to me
as it can be

It hits me
this shirt... your shirt...
it smells like me now

and I could never take that away

As  I read your poems,
all I could think of
is ...
Genius.

But that scares me sometimes.
Am I in love with you?
or am I just in love with your poetry?

But then I remember...
we are
what we write.

sometimes
i apologize so much
i feel like i'm saying sorry for my existence

.
.
1. Write a poem
2. Love that poem
3. No one should like it
4. Create 10 different accounts
5. Like and repost from those accounts


TRENDING

The glow of your modesty
2. I don't want you to judge me
3. I can even feel the pain
4. Could be as strong as the start
5. Feelings are a funny thing
6. Doubt is a treacherous friend
7. One day you would hate me
8. Some fragments leave us insane
9. These aren't sympathy pains
10. We're like two lines that are skew
11. But I can't change something I grew into
12. You are my twin
13. Say you're sorry once in a while
14. Our friendship was obnoxious
15. I never said thank you for that
16. I am not your crisis
17. Do we have to act like strangers?
18. You are forgiven
19. You just left
20. It was both of our faults