His Fitted

I stole his fitted and wore it on my head.
I wore it all day. I even wore it to bed.

The smell of his fitted smelled just like his hair.
Just to have his fitted and not him wasnt fair.

I kept it for days. I kept it for nights.
Waiting for the chance to give it back, when it was right.

Thinking of how to tell him how I was feeling inside.
Everyday was THE day but I would let the chance slide.

My shyness and nerves kept me from what I wanted to say.
I couldnt let this continue. I had to seize the day.

So today was the day. It was either his fitted or him.
Lets just say it was a close game but I cant always win.