Your T-Shirt

I stole your t-shirt,

I don't even know if you know;

It was the one you were wearing,

When I saw you after all that time.

Your t-shirt that is a baby blue,

That matches the color of your eyes,

And mine too;

Ironic much?

I wear your t-shirt,

Way more than I should;

To help me think of you,

But also try to get over you.

You asked, "Are you still crazy?"

I am assuming you mean crazy for you?

Well, I stole your t-shirt,

So you tell me.

Your on my mind 24/7,

But thats not good enough for me;

I stole your t-shirt,

So I can have something to touch when I am not with you.

I can't say I am sorry,

Not after all that we've been through;

You can't say you don't love me,

When you said the things you did.

To take your t-shirt could mean nothing,

But I am sure it means everything;

To both you and I,

Because that is just how we are.

The comfort of that t-shirt,

When I close my eyes reminds me of you;

Never felt anything like it,

But I hide this world just to see you.

You won't ask for your t-shirt back,

I know you like that I took it as much as I;

If you know you can make me remember you that easily,

Isn't your t-shirt worth it?