cologne

yearning

a wicked sort of evil it is to live your life knowing you'll never have the one you want. a longing so awful, a painful reminder of my past. every sensation- the warmth in my chest, burning desire to see all of you all the time; could i hear your voice again, could i feel your touch again? your breath against my neck, base notes of a cologne i've racked my brain to recognize pushing into my airways and filling every cell of my body with a fading touch of you. 

i inhale the scent that you leave on my delicate skin like oxygen, the sweetness fading with every desperate breath i take until once again there is no more. i try and cling to it, avoiding the sacred region as i wash my hands. i just wish you'd left you on my clothes, i’d never wash them. I've woken up and my wrist doesn't smell like you anymore. 

the pain has gone on for so long, i’ve lost count of the weeks. perhaps one day, i wont want you anymore.

Author's Note

ignore grammar issues :( this is just a raw piece of writing