i want my shirt back.

your leftover garbage

still sits in my closet

its my treasure

the rot i sulk with

wrappers and dreams

to be's and will be's

laughter, and good things

now just distant memories

you still have my t shirt

the green one, my heart

do you still cling to it?

does it rip you apart?

by doing fine

ive gone completely insane

can i hide in your skin

until it blows away?