I'm embarrassed to lay in the spot of the bed you did and search for your scent. It's dark and no one will see. No one will ever know. Will I feel stupid if your cologne didn't linger? I don't miss you, I wasn't supposed to miss you so why am I like this?
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Limerence
Poetry"Bumblebee: I wonder if you will still love me when I protect myself and sting." Started: 8/20/20 Completed: 10/18/21 My 7th poetry book.
