Smell
Stale smoke,
It clings to the threads of his jacket,
Yet i've never choked,
Our relationship is stuck in a brackett.
Oversaturated Old Spice,
I haven't sicken of it yet,
He has managed to become my vice,
He's like a stone with nothing set.
Wet hair,
At least there's something about him that's clean,
Hes almost too much to bare,
Its like im stuck in a neverending dream.
Candy strawberries,
Sometimes he's sweet,
He makes my heart feel so heavy,
All this and our love still can't be beat.
This poem is about:
Me
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