I clung to your sweater today, my eyes closed and nose buried in its fabric. Inhaling the cologne you had specifically sprayed on it for me, to provide comfort while you were away. I had to force myself to stop, to fold it up nicely and place it in the bag that is waiting for you.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
