Pulling your sleeves down over your hands, you feel protected.
The safety in the seams becomes a comfort you can't describe.
A radiated warmth.
Black sweater bliss.
Because it's easier for you to hide away within.
Because as much as you want to expose yourself, you fear the pain.
The pain of attachment.
A pain that never subsides.
Pulling your sleeves a little closer to your face.
You begin to smell him, oh, what a distinguishable scent.
Thinking that maybe you should take his sweater off,
You fall asleep in it instead.
Waking is never the same,
The soft fabric you once knew now feels coarse.
But that's only part of the nature
Of wearing something that isn't your own.
~lmw
Thinking that maybe you should take his sweater off,
You fall asleep in it instead.
Waking is never the same,
The soft fabric you once knew now feels coarse.
But that's only part of the nature
Of wearing something that isn't your own.
~lmw
(Photo by Lexi Wright)
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