Was it a week ago
When I had you at my home?
Your scent still lingers.
I see you when I close my eyes.
How frustrating must it be to dispose of you.
It annoys me how quickly you shrivel.
No matter how I try to make you stay,
To try to drown you, to bake you under the sun.
You say I'm too much in all the right ways,
But I have not a clue of how to care for you.
A week and that's all we're worth.
A week and I crave for more.
A week and the beauty of us disappears.
A week and it's time to let you go again.
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PuisiA compilation of (mostly fictional) poetry, short stories / oneshots, and quotes ---------- Cover by _kakiku_ Cover created using Canva
