detergent

u kept me clean clean like ur clothes cause they smelled like strong detergent I still have ur shirt it doesn't smell like u anymore but thats ok cause it'd be creepy anyways what do you look like? I can't remember ur face just that strong smell of detergent as if the only way I remember u is the way u dressed blacks and blues and greys and that single curl on ur forehead u are just a faceless figure in my memory what did u look like again? how did ur voice sound again? u probably remember me not for my face or how I looked or how I smelled but how I used u and emotionally drained u and robbed u of so much time only to push u further away at the end so I guess this is an apology because u will never remember me for my cheap perfume and sweatshirts or my dead blonde hair or our hugs and all the talks we shared but for everything I forced u to hear. u've probably used the same detergent to scrub away ur memories of me so maybe it's alright that I only remember the detergent because it's what you'll remember me by now too.