so, to make like you are here
I thought it'd be sweet
if I doused myself in your favorite scent
I stole it
last time you asked me over
But now I smell like a broken heart
because you're not here
holding me beneath these thick blankets
This whiff is irritating
and I can't help but wish I had a match now
to light myself on fire
your perfume, my gasoline
What was I thinking?
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