Dear Hobo, Like everytime, I couldn't keep my words this time too! I promised you bitterly, that I won't let my brown skin touch your clothes ever! But again I found myself wearing your boxer shorts and polo shirt this morning. I still don't know why I do this. After all the insults, yelling, fighting over dividing oreos to blanket... You Capricorn! Trust me. I hate you! But when you leave, I drape myself in your clothes. To feel your warmth, your smell.. I don't wash them for months. And yes, I wipe my mouth with the sleeves of those oversized shirts. They hang like loose uncomfortable bracelets and remind me of my unkept promise, more like my great oath. To never..ever.. wear your clothes again. And I break this unapologetically, without a miss. Because this is what I do when I love people. I live them. I own them.... Yours Pisces. •utter shamelessness• P.s. These, do not necessarily adress some lover or a dreamy prince on a dark horse. These may refer to anyone, everyone, someone or no one. #letterstomyhobo #love #idontcare #3
