The scent engulfing,
Everlasting,
Stolen just like your heart,
Hyper feminine just like I was,
Covering up the sourness that I felt,
The clinging sweetness
From my stolen perfume,
Dying roses,
Once blissful, now sour,
No longer feminine.
Stolen, just like my time with you.
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After You Left
Poetrycomplete poetry collection, over 70 poems from my darkest times and issues with love
