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m h John Jun 26
hearing your voice
and hearing your name
brings back the pain
of what was yesterday

i found your coffee stained shirt
hidden deep in my drawers
and it brought back all those memories
of us at the corner cafe

and days where we’d sit along the bay
and count the stars
as we’d name them after our dreams

these days i find myself
trying to let the time heal eventually
all our memories
all our history
and all you meant to me
Ilonka Mar 26
Shadows play pirouettes in my soul
and they reveal unwritten secrets,
the taste of love is lost in a whisper.

I'd like to be your tough wool jacket
that you wear in all the seasons,
you hang me on the half-broken hanger
only when you go to sleep in the middle of the night,
then I smile at you in the morning
when you take me out of the darkness.
  
I'd like to wear you like my favorite shirt
made of mulberry silk with fine lace buttons,
to feel you at my chest and dance with you
the dance of the common days,

I'd like like you to be the nectar of the Manuka flowers
from which I could feed for the whole year
then I would fly in search of the sunset,

I'd like to be your footprint
on the wet sand of the hot sea
that would take me away in distant worlds,
I'd like to…
km Feb 26
i always hated its color
but you gave it to me
so i kept wearing it

i always hated the way it fit
but i liked the way it felt
so i kept wearing it

it had that stupid little hole in it
right in the front
but i kept wearing it

i hated that shirt
yet i wore it every day
because you gave it to me

until one day i stopped
and i realized just how
**** this shirt was

and then i realized
you are the shirt
in every way imaginable

i hated the way you were
like i hated the color of your shirt
but nor you or the color will change

i hated the way you fit me
like i hated the way it fit me
but i convinced myself i looked good in that shirt, and with you

and the hole, well, it just showed your imperfections
you had a huge hole in you
i was just ambitious enough to think i could sew it
February 25, 2019
indigochild Dec 2018
isn't it such a shame when we tie people to objects

it was my favorite shirt

i buried it in the back of my closet
i never wore it again
today i picked it up
it all came back

you came back

i want you to go away
but i hung you back up
along with my dignity and pride

and told myself i'd wear it one day

that day will never come
I am
one here
under the
sun and
water grass
this higher
ground with
floods of
deals with
claws by
lake sanders
made a
red dye
that 'twas
sky that
red scare
thread bare
Op-Ed be quiet
Shannon Aug 2018
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.
Haylin Apr 2018
Sit on the couch- wandering hands and wanton mouths
Every now and then one of u speaks
I love you
Between kisses
I'm wet
She'll tell U
Tell U like She's saying I love you
U never move past the make out
I'm wet She'll say
U don't know how to think
Only act
Mouths devouring mouths
Bumping teeth won't be a mood killer anymore
I'm wet She won't say it, but it's all U'll hear
U can't breathe as U push Her down onto Her back
Pull Her shirt up and kiss Her stomach
U're wet
I love you but U'll hear I'm wet
Look into Her eyes
Take off Ur shirt
She'll do as She's told
Pop the button on those jeans
Giggle when She has to stand up and hop around to get them off
Don't really know what U're doing
Feather fingers stroking the interior of Her perfect thighs
She'll sigh Ur name
Gently remove that piece of lacy-nothing
Touch Her
She's wet U'll think
Think like U're thinking *She loves me
Henry Koskoff Oct 2017
in the at&t store
or whatever you call it
everything is so so cold
and the phones are too shiny and sleek and black
and they are on plastic hangers
which go on metal rods
and the people that work there
wear really starchy shirts
with embroidered logos

i am here
and i am also wearing a shirt i don't like
its way too small
and my armpits are uncomfortable

im here because i am buying one of those shiny phones
because its my birthday
the day i was born
almost exactly 16 years before
but it takes so long
and i don't want to be in this cold room
and i feel like i have been in cold rooms all day
and i start crying because i'm surrounded by phones
while the guy talks about insurance to my mom

i dont want a phone
i want to go home
and i want to take off this shirt
Asunna Aug 2017
Skin bare, touching sheets,
his shirt covering my chest.
Pull it close to breathe him in
Inhaling his sweet scent.

I could do this forever.
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