Why did I have to take all your sweaters?
Why do they perpetually smell of you?
Why do they happen to be the most comfortable?
Why do they have to have been my main clothing of choice?
Why can’t I forget the person they are attached to?
Or at least forget the pain attached to the person?
I would never want to forget you.
But for the time being I want to forget myself.
I want to leave the Me I became
And try to remember the Me I am.
Try to buy new sweaters and make them smell like me.
And fake it as hard as I can
that they are just as comfortable
and don’t remind me of the old sweaters at all.
I’ll fake it until the real solution comes.
I’ll fake it.