I wouldn’t say that I liked it, but his smell lingered like meal on the table, it was appetizing At the beginning I thought I never noticed but then I started to take notice, I loved it, his smell, I was disgusted by the thought but I liked it, I fell, for his smell before I even took notice, I fell His strong fragrance left my skin as he sprinkled his cologne on me, I cringed I think he thought I was smelly, but who cares what he thinks, I pinched myself back to reality Pinched myself back to reality Myself back to reality Back. To. Reality His smell was intended for someone else, His strong fragrance belong to someone else, He belonged to someone else He likes someone else.
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This is one of the poems in my His Collection, a collection of poems for the boy I used to like.