In the mornings, I smell like sleep and cuddles. Like the dew drops on the grass. A bit of morning breath and blankets.
After a volleyball game, I smell like victory. Like a war that was won regardless of the "winner". A bit of sweat and gym.
After throwing up, I smell like sadness mingled with satisfaction. Like the feeling that eating gave me. A bit of vomit and regret.
After school, I smell like desire. Like books and pencil lead. A bit of tiredness and longing.
When I feel love, I smell like happiness and warmth. Like candy and cake. A bit of sweetness and safeness.
After a bath, I smell like soaps and clouds. Like softness and renewal. A bit of relaxation and relief.
I smell like wonder and dreams. Like strength and weakness. I smell.
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My Tragedies
PoesíaThis is a collection of poems when I've been my most depressed and low. Trigger warning. If you relate to any of these, please reach out. It's never too late.
