never happened

i act like it never happened.

because.

when i wanted you…
(and perhaps needed you)…
you didn’t want me back.

but now you linger around like a soft fragrance, taunting me with what could’ve been.

i inhaled your presence every time. and every time it intoxicated me.

you had fooled me with meaningless sprays of kisses that hit me, and paralyzed me.

but it was all just wasted time, wasted effort, and wasted nights of me throwing myself at you.

and me trying to remove all evidence of your scent.

and you not reciprocating a whiff of any type of care or concern my way.

and us pretending like nothing ever happened.

and—- i guess i was just making everything all up. or maybe i was too far away from the roses to really know what they smelt like.

because… everything between us never really happened.

it never happened.
damn, it never happened.