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Janice Mar 22
Your hoodie still hangs in the back of my closet...

It's been there for months

But i cant bring myself to throw it out
It's the only thing that still smells
Of your sweet cologne and shampoo,
The cigarette smoke and green smoke too

It holds the memories of your hand

And when i see it I'm looking into your face again,  as you say "I love you"
Something so often done that
I'll never again see you do
Maegan deme Jan 30
I'm scared to start living with you.
once I do you'll start to lose your nose flavor.
Once I do all your sweaters and hoodies belong to us,
and I won't get to steal them anymore.
Once I do our late night texts will be late night ***.
Once I do you'll start to see me in the worst and sometimes best.
then again
I can't wait to start living with you
Once I do I can cuddle whenever I want.
Once I do we'll be free to make out for fun.
Once I do you'll show me shows you hate but secretly love.
Once I do I'll love you more than anything I'll ever want.
Once I do we'll be happy.
cause you're all I secretly want
spooky thing being in love, it turns you into a cynically optimistic self hating narcissist.
Wearing my shirt
Under your sweatshirt...
That pretty shade of teal
I don't know how I feel

You look good,
And great,
And even with your hood,
You're not second rate

You look beautiful
My beautiful
You look amazing,
For: Huxley Densen
Sophia Nov 2019
We're going to stick together,
Even if it's the last thing we do.
We're going to stick together,
Even if I have to die for you.
We were just the shy kids at school,
But then taken away.
Now we're proxies,
And we're here to stay.
Anastasia Jul 2019
Sometimes I run out of words
And I wanna walk somewhere
So I put on my hoodie
And smell my perfume
It smells like you
A sleepy musk
I walk to your place
And words flow through my head
And I can't help but smile
A real smile
Unlike the ones I've had for a while
And I tell myself
It won't hurt
If you only love him for a while
Just enough to get through
I messed up
And I loved you too much
When I get to your house
I hesitate
Should I go home?
But then I see you smile at me
At my fears fly away
But the butterflies in my stomach
And I hope you will too
I don't know. Just my thoughts ❤
Philomena Mar 2019
First time I wore it
Crying on the way home violated and confused
I suppose you can't rush a good time

It was soft, and it help me better than anything else
Helped my hide my body
And my scars

Kept me warm in the cold
And sheltered me in the night
Kept my alive

It was with me though breakups
And sneak-outs
Not to mention every long night in-between

It brought me to college
Helped me escape the pain
But it's gone now

It gets to help someone else though their pain
It gets to help a new life
Find a new home
Lord knows why I write anything at all. I used to have a grey hoodie so yea.
Bus Poet Stop Apr 2015
eye sometimes go to bed wearing an old hoody. It has a metal zipper  to close the front and the zipper is always cold, unpleasantly so, on my bare skin.  After awhile though, my body temperature warms the metal just enough, that it is no longer a cause of discomfort though the metal still remains inherently cool to the touch

While science can easily explain this I guess, I felt this to be a major miracle.  That flesh pliable and heart-heated to 98 degrees could conquer the molecules of metal that were made in China struck me as extra ordinary (always two words, please!) and nothing short of a personal intervention by a personal deity

When I put the hoodie on at first I would think
******* (that's cold)
When I awoke, cosy and warm, I would think
******* (that's so cool)

having studied philosophy in Cleveland,
I knew that the logic of the situation,
what I had experienced was not an
interregnum, but the invisible intervening handiwork of god, who, also knocked my glasses from the nightable to the floor,
just cause she/ he was in a bad mood, on account of having to come such a long way, just,
to reheat me
one more time.
In terre gnum - freedom from the terror of chewing gum discard actions and a phobia of gnus
Hailey Albergo Jan 2019
Whose hoodie is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch him frown. I cry hello.

He gives his hoodie a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The hoodie is welcoming, safe and deep,
But he has promised to keep,
Until then he shall not sleep.
He lies in bed with ducts that weep.

He rises from his bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in his head,
He idolizes being dead.
Facing the day with never-ending dread.
Wai Phyo Win Dec 2018

I heard viberation out of the blue
just two minutes talk really like
"game over"
on screen in amusement park fool
a bit more than a missed
call stranger

Have to swim cross night
long and lonely
no energy to sleep back tight, in this
coldest night
literally surviving one and the only!
listening "Learn to be lonely" till
morning light

Wishing not to trigger another
stretched night
hoping for a good paper of
fortune cookie
anyway, a heart full of
thoughtful delight
You're always over my head like a
warm hooie
Based on true story
Xxero Dec 2018
she wore your hoodie
with a smile on her face
until you broke her
then she had no place

you didn't mean it
you swore to god
now your hoodie
is left unworn

as she bled
as she cried
as she hurt
as she died

she wore your hoodie
with a tear down her face
until you broke her
and she faded away
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