But the smell of smoke still reminds me of you every time I smell it I think your near and I start to panic. My day gets ruined just by the smell of smoke. That's how much you affected my life I wonder if it will always be like this. I wonder if the smell of smoke will ever just be smoke and not a person not a thousand different memory's not a ball of anxiety. Is there a smell that reminds you of me are there good or bad memory's associated with that smell. There are days when the smell makes me nauseous makes me regret ever meeting you. But then there are days when I'll open my window and allow the smell of smoke to come in and miss you. I will let the smell linger on my clothes and won't wash them just so they still remind me of you. That way it still seems like you are in my life that way it still seems like all the bad things have yet to happen.
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The live's I've lived
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
