Maybe the reason
I didn't give you back your hoodie
is because I miss you
and it made my room
smell just a little bit like you.
Maybe the reason
I didn't wash your hat
is because I fell asleep wearing it
and I dreamed about you.
Maybe the reason
I even thought about her
is because I didn't want to think about you.
Maybe the reason
I write about love
is because all I can do
is think about you.
Maybe the reason
I fell in love with you
is because I needed someone else
to do that which I thought was impossible.
Love myself
