i used to be the one who wore your scent and carried it around with me in enjoyment. but now your scent is on her and she carries it around with her like i was never there before.
oversized, i still loved it i still clung onto it despite the empty space but now it’s on her fitted as if you’re clinging onto her, so that i have no space to come back in.
background : i saw her (today, in the hallway) with his sweater that i used to wear often. the time i had to give it back was one of the most emotionally damaging moments i’ve ever gone through.