I cried when my mom washed his beanie.
Why?
Because I was afraid it'd loose his scent.
Idk.
It's stupid.
I sleep with his hoodie,
Because it smells of him.
Idk how to explain his smell.
But I know it calms me down.
I sleep with his hoodie,
Because it reminds me of him.
And I dream of him with me.
But, I realize he's not.
So I smell his hoodie again.
I begin to dream again.
Dream of us.
Imagining his presence here.
His arms around me.
Holding me.
Hugging me.
Tighter. And tighter. And tighter.
The dream fades.
My eyes darken.
Reality soon comes.
YOU ARE READING
A walk through my thoughts
PoetryA collection of poems (somewhat) explaining the feelings of a girl . These poems range from days and months. She writes the poems when she was either deeply sad or happy. In the beginning she's upset, then happy, then back to upset.
