It was real,
But all this time,
I thought it was a dream.
I stood there, alone.
All I saw was darkness.
The scent of loneliness caused mayhem into my mind.
My ears almost screamed when touched by the light blow of the wind.
The voice of death was one of a kind.
It's killing me so I stepped outside.
I realized,
It's a dream.
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I love you as a rose with soft petals,
I bathe in your perfume without pride.
Not knowing where you nor I begin,
A bridge made from head to toe.

A stem grown in everlasting patience
Without pestilence, without secret

I love you as a rose with soft petals
My heart providing shelter,
An overwhelming need to protect you.

I mold my lips against you.
A nature no longer absent between you & I.
Having known the spontaneous eruption
hearts can provide.

My heart overhead
Providing shelter in not so private joy.
A wine made from your lips.
Tasted over & over.
Little trickles that sit close.
Explored deep between you & I

I love you as a rose with soft petals
A bridge made from head to toe.
In a garden run deep.
My love for you permanent
Careful not to wither away in undying mystery

My bed feels empty, but I don't want you in it.
The sheets smell clean, your scent is gone.

Our food is tasteless, but you couldn't change that.

You can't change anything anymore.

I'm desperate to hear your voice in our song,
but no familiar voice sings back to me.

The apartment's filled with echoes of you.

The echoes are killing me, you're gone..
..yet this is what I wished for..

..So why do I feel like you're missing?

I wish this candle burned
like our passionate love
the flame and the scent
a combination of us

Flickering in the darkness
to remind us of our
ups and downs in life
the flowers in front
of our house, the everlasting
presence imprinted

No other candle could be
a better representation

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