of a woman

I remember your scent used to be sweeter,

The scent of firsts

Lingering on my sheets for days.

I would breathe you, mix you with my blood.

Now,

You are the scent of your own blood,

Lingering in the wastebasket,

The scent of argument.

I avoid and it follows me through the house,

The scent of your humanity.

Reviews

[Angel Veselinov]

This Poem is so nice It really captures imo the woman as a whole and the woman character so unpredictable and at the same time so common. Thank for sharing keep up the good work