my heart was like a glass jar
and you threw it on the floor
when you told me you had to go home
but it was a lie
i know you went to see her.
you left your jacket on the couch
and its still there
i can't move it
because its like touching you
and it all becomes real again.
sometimes i just come close enough
to smell your leftover cologne.
the one that smells like musk
it smells like home to my heart
and it mends it back together
and its like your here again

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a
place
were
there
is
no
light
to
find
youre
way
out.
( i am there.)

"are you okay?"

im fine

(no im not )

you make
me

feel like
im
living
a

teenage dream