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I don’t like her scent.
like a whore, she wears someone else’s.

there’s a disconnect when I’m inside her
she’s wasn’t mine, she doesn’t wear
me.

I'm not feeling it
there’s a sense of insecurity
my nose is telling me some bad shit
can happen but it’s been wrong
before

if I commit, and keep seeing her
more often than I should,
my guard will eventually drop
things will feel
right

living together is the
only
way our scents will mix and
become familiar, our bond
tighter

she’ll feel mine for
a little while.
 


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