I thought they were supposed to be big.
The clothes I have left over from him—
given when we were in love,
kept when he left
—they were never quite my style.
I always thought I would grow into them.
Now when I slip into your clothing
I feel like myself.
It fits me so well.
You fit me so well.
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 4:09 AM UTC
I thought they were supposed to be big.
The clothes I have left over from him—
given when we were in love,
kept when he left
—they were never quite my style.
I always thought I would grow into them.
Now when I slip into your clothing
I feel like myself.
It fits me so well.
You fit me so well.