I keep returning to my bed,
rolling into your side on the days you’re not here,
because all I want is to find what you leave behind.
Your scent lingers—
in the sheets,
in my clothes,
on the couch,
even caught in my cats’ fur.
It reminds me that you were here,
that maybe you still are.
When I breathe it in,
the doubts loosen their grip.
The fear quiets.
It’s as if something warm wraps around me
and tells me everything will be fine.
I never thought a person could become a habit,
or that comfort could live inside something so small.
What terrifies me
is the thought that one day
this might be all that’s left—
a scent clinging to corners,
a presence I’d be forced to wash away.
Please don’t turn this into a memory
I have to erase.
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 11:23 PM UTC
I keep returning to my bed,
rolling into your side on the days you’re not here,
because all I want is to find what you leave behind.
Your scent lingers—
in the sheets,
in my clothes,
on the couch,
even caught in my cats’ fur.
It reminds me that you were here,
that maybe you still are.
When I breathe it in,
the doubts loosen their grip.
The fear quiets.
It’s as if something warm wraps around me
and tells me everything will be fine.
I never thought a person could become a habit,
or that comfort could live inside something so small.
What terrifies me
is the thought that one day
this might be all that’s left—
a scent clinging to corners,
a presence I’d be forced to wash away.
Please don’t turn this into a memory
I have to erase.
- I bet all my money that I will
Lose to you and hand you my life
Here's to hoping you're worth all my time
I might barely know you, but still
Don't love you yet, but probably will
Turn me into something tragic
Just for you, I let it happen
