Cologne
The smell of you sends shivers down my spine,
It makes my fingers twitch.
I can see your face when I close my eyes and breathe in,
You're standing in the dark,
You're spinning the rain,
You're laughing in the sun.
I haven't taken down your pictures from my mirror yet,
I can't bring myself to do it,
I can't bring myself to face you.
Your cologne still makes me smile,
Your cologne graces my senses and suddenly you're here.
I can imagine you sat at my desk,
I can imagine you spread out on my floor,
I can imagine you sleeping in my bed.
Your cologne lives on my skin,
I have fifty bottles in the cupboard.
(I can't let you go. I won't let you go)
YOU ARE READING
Forget The World
PoetryForget the world, Forget the people. Focus on me, Focus on you. Smile. A documentation of my deteriorating mental heath and stability through words.
