i steal your shirt that i know you didn't wash
just for me.
i wear your shirt and it turns into the embodiment of safety
and i wear it to sleep in your bed;
and takes me back to that safe place when i am alone in my own.
i steal your shirt for the smell and the feel
the knowing that its touched your skin now mine
the smell, oh
the smell puts me to sleep faster than the pills do
and the love.
love in each and every fibre.
I sit here with the fabric pressed against my nose
breathing it in
breathing you in
because although you are not here
when i need you
you are here
who knew fabric could smell so sweet.
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 10:20 AM UTC
i steal your shirt that i know you didn't wash
just for me.
i wear your shirt and it turns into the embodiment of safety
and i wear it to sleep in your bed;
and takes me back to that safe place when i am alone in my own.
i steal your shirt for the smell and the feel
the knowing that its touched your skin now mine
the smell, oh
the smell puts me to sleep faster than the pills do
and the love.
love in each and every fibre.
I sit here with the fabric pressed against my nose
breathing it in
breathing you in
because although you are not here
when i need you
you are here
who knew fabric could smell so sweet.
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