Friends left and smells gone,
I cringe at the bittersweet scents of the past.
Downy as down in chemicals is sickening
As stomach flips from previous kisses
Cat and spice, like a bad foreign romance, fills me with ache and pain, and an urge to spit upon the pages and scream out in anger, “I have ascended!”
Sweat and perfume, like the two brewed on a dusty old shelf, brought back feelings of freedom, carefree-ness and an urge to give all away,
Now, sink me low, like swallowed rocks, dragging my feet as the tears fall.
Will the pain never end? Is our only solution to fill these voids with “replacements”, never truly respecting those who step into the gap.
Smelling is as heartwretching as puking, vomiting, expelling all the bad and the good, never able to choose between.
Oh, what I would give for a smell eraser machine.