The scent lingers,
Not of love but of you
The sweet smell of your herbal remedy collides with the air connecting deeper than we do,
I smell smoke but I breathe you.
Did you notice?
You didn’t say.
You didn’t stay.
Am I the picturesque image of indignity
Or just a girl who thought she was filled but approaching empty?
I exude the lack of confidence that is within me,
looking exactly like what was did to me.
No wonder I feel Fucked.


2 thoughts on “Fucked

  1. Nezra's Opiate says:

    These words. like….. I can’t explain it…I guess I really just like the words your strategically used. Sigh, never mind. Good piece.

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