its cold, and im all alone
and the sweatshirt you left
behind is taunting me and
the memories of you wont stop
tumbling around in my head
and i feel like im going insane.
i want to so badly clutch
your sweartshirt and breath
in your scent but im afraid
to have all the unwanted memories
of you come crashing back, so i
just stare at my bedroom floor
pathetically because youre still
not here and im still cold.
but then i cant take it anymore and i
desperately grab your sweatshirt and
hold it tightly, but its empty and
cold, just like me, and it doesnt make me
feel better like i thought it would.
so even with your sweatshirt im still cold
and alone, and im still wishing for you
to come back.
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i love writing emo shit
