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your scent is still on my

sheets

so i

close my eyes

thinking of

everything

between

        you and me and

i dont want you

inside my head

anymore

complications of what could have  

                   been

ring in and out

and

i retire into those

same

sheets

too exhausted from tears

to wash

scared that thoughts of

                         you and me and us

and everything

good and bad

will fade away

even though thats what i want

im not sure  



          (if thats what i need)



....i was

scared

distant

uncommunicative

non-existing in the middle of you

and

oblivious to it all

but

  i loved you through it all

and

i knew i wasnt enough

              from the beginning

though i tried

and

   those words

those parting words

from

        your lips to my ears to my soul

cut deeper than this small blade to my arm

can ever...



damage is done

heart is completely ripped apart

future is more uncertain than ever before

and

your scent



           your scent is still on my fucking sheets

and i want to hate you

and i want to tell you

and i want you to know

but

all i can do is smell you

and

cry....