I lay in my bed
Barrying my face in pages of nonsense to take away my pain
I've lost you once again
I know any minute he'll walk into my from from a long night of french fries
Ill compose myself and read again
I play with my hair and come to the realization
I smell like him
French fries and insilen
That's all I've smelled like for a month
Sense the second we ended
Everything my hair my bed my clothes even my book
Everything smells of my distractions
I used to smell like menthol old spice and bo
I would live in the stench of you
My favorite smell in the world
The kind that brought you home
Brought you back to everything you used to be
A person walks past you with even a hint of you
Instint attraction
I follow that feeling
Feeling your hands on my hips
Your lips tickling my neck
I can feel that ting of energy go all the way to my toes
Nothing makes me feel as safe
As hurt
As much as myself as the stench of you
Bringing me home to my bed
My bed you used to share
Curled and linked as one
Now I can't smell a thing.

She haunts me
with her love.

She mesmorizes me
with her beauty.

She's haunting me
Her stare sees through me
Her voice shakes my bones.

She is enveloping me
Dragging me into the depths.

My Mind screams unheard
Every instint going off like little alarms.

My Heart follows her every move
Tracking every step
Beating all the more.

Screaming within
Dying of doubt.

No life with
No life without.

I drown in the crossroads.

My heart and my Mind
Forever at war
Forever at odds.

No solution
This creeping pollution.

My soul roars
Ripping apart
Scattering the floor.

I drown in the crossroads
I slip on the *****.

Divided against myself
How will I cope?

Trapped inside one
I really am two.

Broken apart
The pieces to my puzzle
All wrong.

In the dead of night
When the moon is bright
When the stars give their light,
She haunts me
with her love.

The wind blows. Cold. Fire.
My senses heightened by primal instint.
The leaves apologize for their indescretion.
It is okay but I let them think otherwise.
My head turns, forever, it turns, but the cowboy rides on.
Swift silence is no match for the tender soul.
A bat lands at my feet.
Forgiveness is ever-present.
The sound of my almost-lover's brother is loud.
Too loud yet my ears demand more.
I ask where the dreamers went.
He knows not but tells me differently.
I sigh. His lies give him peace.
Not I. Never I.