hers (interlude)

when i wear his shirt

it feels like

like his skin over mine

and the little holes and tears and shreds on in are

are

are the

the memories of the past that i wasn't there for

but

that somehow i

i feel like i understand more when it's against my skin

it's an armor

like a barrier from the world

like

our secret nobody else knows and i like that

you know?

it makes me feel like a woman

it makes me feel sexy

it makes me feel. it makes me feel like i'm his.