yesterday i thought about him
and it had been a while
i was doing just fine before that relapse
but today i smell his perfume everywhere
many times as if my brain
had it as a guilty pleasure
from now on i realize that
he's in my head even though my heart
is not following
because i wrote hundreds of poems
enough to get rid of my feelings
crying and feeling hatred as i never did
but my senses like to make me a fool
vision blurring to hair like his
or eyes like his or smiles like his
or as today my smell
creating his particular scent
this is strange.
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Poesíasi tu savais combien de larmes j'ai versé pour écrire ces putains de poèmes
