I live in my filth
Making flowers wilt
With the stench I built
Until my life tilts

I meet someone
And have some fun
But once I’m done
Their scent can stun

Our game of anything goes
Gets lodged in my nose
Until I’ve completely froze
Thinking of the path I chose

Long after ***
I can smell their mess
From a cologne flex
Becoming my hex

The sepulcher scent
Of their sulfur vent
Is where I sadly went
For a companion to rent

The foul smell
Of this towered well
Traps me in hell
With its noxious spell

I’m reminded of my decision
By the stench’s incision
Which seems like derision
Preferable to loneliness envisioned

I yearn to be number
After my returning lover
Smells like burning rubber
So I just turn to another

When they’re unfit
I can smell their ****
In an aromatic blitz
Nullifying my wit

Through kisses and licks
Their scent sticks
Quite thick
As the clock ticks

Through the calendar
I smell no lavender
Just the scavengers
Who are crag senders

They try to banish me
But instead of vanishing
I block my nose handily
And continue my caroling

My mouth sings
As a new day brings
A triumphant spring
Meant for kings

Once I’m in a different state
Their scent dissipates
After I let go of hate
And accept their traits