Thursday, August 25, 2016
Your Favorite Clothes
Your favorite pair of sweatpants were hidden at the bottom of my dresser. Your favorite shirt was thrown in the back of the closet. I didn't touch them. Then never moved. The clothes you found attractive on my small figure had found a dark hiding place. We were similar in this manner. The slithered back into the shadows where they found comfort. I threw those clothes away recently. They found their new home in the bottom of a trash bag that took away my old life. I felt bad giving someone else those clothes. 'Here, take his favorite clothes. He loved the way I looked in them.' I gave those clothes away so you would recognize me. I gave those clothes away because I don't look like that anymore.