I still smell the scent of you.
On my clothes;
My bedsheets;
My pillowcase.
No matter how many times I wash them.
Maybe it's because I'm still using the same perfume.
The one I wore when you were around
But maybe it's more
Maybe it's the fact you've never really disappeared
There is still evidence of you on my skin
The touch of you
The way you made me feel
Almost as if you were engraved onto me
I'm reminded every day of you
Even if it's been 5 months
Since the last time I saw you.
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry
PoetryMost of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 17 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)
