The smell of your cologne won’t leave my duvet
I’ve sprayed my bed twice with Febreze. Twice.
What was the name of it again?
I know I asked, meant to memorize
Meant to buy you more for your birthday or Christmas or whenever you ran low
The smell was intoxicating…

          I guess that doesn’t matter anymore, does it?

It’s strange because I second guessed the entire time.
I analyzed and overthought and questioned it all.
I asked chatGPT if I was going crazy, had it
Analyze and overthink and question
And even AI assured me that my worries seemed in vain for once.

          I guess it doesn’t matter

It’s always when those thoughts
          I don’t deserve this, I can’t deserve this
Turn into something else
          maybe this is meant for me
That the shoe drops so spectacularly that
          It only takes 12 hours
          To change the course
          Of my heart

And it’s super strange
Because I’ve asked my friends, strangers
ChaptGPT
And no one else can understand
The trajectory
But when AI is comforting me…
          12 hours is not enough
          to change the course
          Of your heart

I guess it doesn’t matter, does it?