I miss him
I guess I'll never stop missing him
Sometimes I wish I'd never let go of that hand
That way, maybe he would've stayed
Sometimes I'd stare at the half-empty bottle of perfume by my bedside
Wishing that if I put it on
He'd find himself at my door again

I want to get undressed for him again
Watch our naked forms collide into an apocalypse
Wrap my legs around his waist
Feel his lips crashing against mine
Inhaling every scent of his Heaven
I invite him into my paradise
A place where
Daydreams and love and his cologne
Aren't just soaked into my bedsheets

Our love was trapped in the bottle of perfume
By the bedside where we once made love
In the palm of my hand
It feels like a black hole now
Where you never existed
And my heart was never broken.