i still have your shirt (i was dishonest its always about you, sacred in my heart)

in my philosophy class someone uses your cologne, it makes my heart jump like i would turn to see you. im sorry for what ive said in my hurt, why would i lash out when you were all i wanted most. i ask to come back to you, in my mind and heart. i would do anything to feel your chest against mine again, and i will ghost my fingers over the column that once used to reside at the top of my mind. i still have your shirt, you said you would sleep in it every night, i keep it in hopes you'll think of me from time to time. maybe send a letter from across the screen because it is never my place to do it. seeing you in the parking lot made tears of grief wrack my being, i dont think i want to move on from you. i heard from q you are drinking less, it makes missing you so much harder. i am so lucky to have you in my life even from afar. 

just know i love you, forever and always. 

the imperfect shape of a girl, 

semi-sweet. 

im sorry.