Why
Why is your touch
So sweet
But your smell
Is horrid
Cigarettes
Their smell
Was never meant
To enter my lungs
Yet here we are
Little do you know
My dear
That I scrub myself
To get rid of the stench
Every time you go
I question myself
I question why
Why I beckon you back
When we rest together
The scent isn’t there
When you’re gone, everything you’ve touched must be washed
Isopropyl alcohol
I find it does the trick
An hour long shower
Before I rid my skin of it
You reek of sickness
Yet I want your touch
I want your embrace
Was I too hasty?
Did I make a mistake?
When you leave
I’m left with a mess
Spirits and odors that cling
To my clothes and skin
Oct 26, 2021
Oct 26, 2021 at 10:06 PM UTC
Why
Why is your touch
So sweet
But your smell
Is horrid
Cigarettes
Their smell
Was never meant
To enter my lungs
Yet here we are
Little do you know
My dear
That I scrub myself
To get rid of the stench
Every time you go
I question myself
I question why
Why I beckon you back
When we rest together
The scent isn’t there
When you’re gone, everything you’ve touched must be washed
Isopropyl alcohol
I find it does the trick
An hour long shower
Before I rid my skin of it
You reek of sickness
Yet I want your touch
I want your embrace
Was I too hasty?
Did I make a mistake?
When you leave
I’m left with a mess
Spirits and odors that cling
To my clothes and skin
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