Scribbled Thoughts

Fuck It!

I smell like you.
After all this time, I still smell like your bottled perfume.
Dark, seductive and appealing.
Fuck it!
I don't want this to linger.
But why is it acutely distressing when I don't feel it gettin into my nostrils, right up to the parietal lobe?

I have been writing a lot lately, I don't know what gets me going.
Maybe it is that pleasant smile that fucked me up late into the relationship,
That damned touch of your hand that made me feel ecstatic.
Or maybe it was your voice that me feel at ease.

Fuck it!
I don't want this to linger.
But why do I feel cynical when I try to push you away with all my might?

You said you loved me,
And I know you did.
I loved you like a melody in Rock music but where the hell did it go off?
The memories we forgot anger me now.
The promises we didn't keep annoys me like hell.
Why does it have to be this hard?
After all this time,
Why do I still long for your hand, your touch, the way it felt when my lips met your lips?
Why does it hurt when my skin doesn't feel the touch of your hand on mine?
Why do I want you here?
Wait!

Fuck it!
I don't want this to linger.