no amount of
scented candles
can mask the smell
of your cigarettes that
lingers on your old
white t-shirt
as I drift asleep
wrapped in your clothes,
but not your arms
I miss
your smile and
your boisterous laugh
and the way you would
clutch on to my smaller
body as you sobbed
and the way your lips
wrapped around the end
of your cigarette no matter
how many times I begged you to quit
and the way your arms enveloped me
in a warmth more loving
than any "I love you"
as we fell asleep
on the old couch with
All Time Low playing
in the background
and your dreams were
never ending
and your voice that sang
softly at night
or obnoxiously in the shower
I miss everything about you
except the smell
of your cigarettes that
lingers on your old
white t-shirt
and never washes away
I wish that would have disappeared
and you would have stayed
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whatever is needed to be said
Şiircrap that the world needs to hear A range of short to long poems to rants and ideas.