i found your hoodie in an old drawer this morning .
i picked it up and couldn't believe i used to feel comforted by it .
i couldn't imagine putting it back on .
suffocating myself in all those memories .
it was covered in dust ,
but still smelt like you .
crazy , huh .?
the inside doesn't feel soft like i used to think ,
and i never even really liked the color it was .
i bet if i looked close enough i could still find your hairs on it .
even though i've washed it a million times .
i don't know where i found love in it .
you'd given two girls before me your hoodies .
hell , maybe more .
i wasn't special .
i put it back .
buried it where it was .
washed my face of that soon to be sadness and smiled brightly .
remembered i wasn't that girl .
that girl that got sad over you and cried for days .
that girl that wore your promises like a newly washed shirt .
i was this girl .
the one that chased dragonflies and smiled at the sun .
you ,
do not define me .
