my favorite shirt on you is the wrinkled one at the back of your tiny closet, crinkled in a ball on the floor.
the flowy blouse with one pocket, twelve buttons, and a small hole in the collar from when it snagged on your hair.
it looks like a cape. it hangs just above the knees. it looks so wonderful on you.
i don't know why, but i love that shirt. maybe it's the way it brings out your eyes, or maybe it's just because blouses are classy. classy clothes have always looked nice, especially on you.
my favorite shirt on you has absolutely nothing to do with anything, but i just thought i'd come out and say it.
YOU ARE READING
a collection of poems
Poesíarandom teenage emotions!! yay! all poems are about bri unless otherwise stated❤️
