#sweatshirt
I painted my room the hue of blue
For a reason
You see, blue reminds me of the beach
Which reminds me of hot summer days
And cold summer nights
Which reminds me of when you lent me your sweatshirt
Which wasn’t blue, but when I wore it I swear it radiated that hue
It’s scary having deep feelings for someone
But the radiance of blue was so vibrant
It was easy to push my fears aside
Instead I was filled with calmness, peace, security, and feelings of content
I was left the happiest I’ve ever been in my life.
I painted my room the hue of blue
To remind me what I want to strive to feel
Each day of my life
Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 9:58 AM UTC
i walked out the cafe with the usual pride in my stride
as a young lady, portraying my vigor.
they knew me for the scornful maiden i was,
for my heart was a cold place.
had i not been desired by the gentlemen since young,
my soul would've probably known better.
but as the breeze outside the diner hit my petite build,
i saw him with his cold brew contrasting the warm weather.
i recognized the university cardigan,
surely must he be brilliant.
what happened that moment,
i remember it all well for an aphant.
now, he strode into the cafe.
my eyes hunted for the sight of his curly hair,
for i couldn't ever get enough.
the curiosity rose in me
as i took a few steps towards the cafe.
then i knew, i wasn't that cold afterall.
for now; i yearned for his slight fingers locking into mine.
i needed the brown eyes gazing into mine.
i wanted the soft lips pecking onto mine.
or maybe;
just lay on his chest in his university sweatshirt.
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 4:16 PM UTC
What do I do these days?
As I sway in a romantic way
I hear the yellow flower turn
I listen to the woods of the swamps slightly forlorn
The staircase points downward, I am lost
When the cars wheel by the pondering eyed strangers
The shores of oceans don't have legs
A soul hollow as the kind blue flower and fruit
Blossoms in the summer-youth which rots the skin to the shin, losing it's rind
It's a surprise to see
In your ashen coil under a sycamore tree
Where you have lost your lonely virility
Where is your heart these days, my child?
Lost in the vigil of the votive offerings of sunflowers
Till the next time
We will see as the tepid wind swells and boils
The effervescent water coolly blows into my eyes
As I sway in the straits of hasty affairs filmed and tinted in romantic lies, my faithful violet
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 5:27 PM UTC
Your sweatshirt smells like you
My bedsheets smelled like you
My blanket smelled like you
You know that I like you <3
Your ring reminds me of you
Your sweatshirt obviously reminds me of you
Some songs remind me of you
Plenty of things remind me of you <3
From green to blue,
It reminds me of you
I hope my sweatshirt
Reminds you of me, too <3
Jan 25, 2020
Jan 25, 2020 at 9:19 PM UTC
I’m smiling in your arms
I happily sink into you
You’re really comfy,
And ridiculously soft
Maybe I’ll just sleep here,
In your sweatshirt’s arms
Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 5:18 PM UTC
I'm sorry I stole your sweatshirt
I was aiming for your heart
This was the closest I could get
Without completely falling apart
Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 6:09 PM UTC
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
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 7:07 PM UTC
I have worn the same clothes three days in a row
the same filth
that ingrains onto my skin
and scratches at my heart
slices through everything
It is big enough to cover the ugly mess that is my body
And my arms encase my chest
when I'm not wearing it
Although I know everyone notices
It's not that I can't afford clothes
Its that my mind can't accept them
I have one shirt
It covers my scars
It covers my chest
the one I want to cut off
just to feel like me
it covers my stomach
the one that aches from being empty sometimes
then hurts from being stuffed full
I want to wear different clothes
I don't want to be looked at the way I am
but in the end
This sweatshirt can feel like my only friend
Yes, it is crusted over with blood
on the inside of the left sleeve
but only because
it is making sure I don't bleed out
Yes, maybe it makes me look bigger than I am
but then after a binge
nobody notices the bloating
because the sweatshirt can hide anything
I don't know
where the metaphor ends
and reality begins anymore
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 4:03 PM UTC
Sometimes,
When you sink
Into your mattress
As you nose your way
Through that white sweatshirt
With,
Speckles of brown paint
From when you were painting
Your shed
Your hair splayed
Everywhere
Fragrance of
That new shampoo
Silky, smooth
Just warmth
And softness
So much,
So,
That you just want to melt
In
Forever
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC
the hardest part was
seeing her in the sweatshirt
i'd thrown into a paper bag
and dropped at your feet
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 11:20 PM UTC
That sweatshirt.
He had stolen it from me
to keep himself warm
on those cold summer nights.
He gave it its own unique smell.
At the time it smelled safe, like I was home, like happiness,
like him.
But now it is fall.
I put that sweatshirt on this morning,
and now that same scent just makes me feel forgotten.
And like my sweatshirt
needs a wash.
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 4:40 PM UTC
In an attempt to get over you
I slept without your sweatshirt
All last night
Without your shirt
Tossing, turning, waking up
Tonight, I gave in
Because I know that I need you
So here it is
And here it will stay
Your sweatshirt in my arms
Day after day
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 7:41 PM UTC
You keep me warm
You hold me right
You're always there for me when I need you
You're perfect to me
You smell like home
I could never get rid of you
I love you, old grey sweatshirt
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 12:15 AM UTC