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3 am thoughts.
I have your perfume that sits idle inside of my purse, for nights like these when I think I miss you the most.
I tell myself that the smell of you is enough,
Even though it is not.
I have made my own imposter mother,
Made out of body pillows and your sweaters.
She is adorned by the dolce and gabbana perfume that you always wore before work.
She hugs me longer than you ever have, and unlike you, she will never leave me alone drowning in the pain from the knife you stuck between my shoulder blades.
You asked me if it would bother me seeing you cart away all of your belongings,
As if you weren’t going to put them along with your new house, and your new family.
I want to scream at you, and I want to cry inside of your arms.
I want to hate you, but I love you too much to ever do so.
And now, as the night is ending and the imposter mother takes her slumber,
You are the only thing in my cursed mind.
I sometimes wish you would come back,
That maybe if I clean the house good enough you will apologize for ever leaving me in the first place. But you always leave. Why do you always leave.
I tell myself that the smell of you is enough,
Even though it is not.
I have made my own imposter mother,
Made out of body pillows and your sweaters.
She is adorned by the dolce and gabbana perfume that you always wore before work.
She hugs me longer than you ever have, and unlike you, she will never leave me alone drowning in the pain from the knife you stuck between my shoulder blades.
You asked me if it would bother me seeing you cart away all of your belongings,
As if you weren’t going to put them along with your new house, and your new family.
I want to scream at you, and I want to cry inside of your arms.
I want to hate you, but I love you too much to ever do so.
And now, as the night is ending and the imposter mother takes her slumber,
You are the only thing in my cursed mind.
I sometimes wish you would come back,
That maybe if I clean the house good enough you will apologize for ever leaving me in the first place. But you always leave. Why do you always leave.
Published 16th Sep 2021
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- Edited 16th Oct 2021 11:45pm
16th Sep 2021 6:29pm
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