Euphoria: A Poetry Collection by Rosemary - HTML preview

I can smell it on your lifeless body.

at's when I cried.

Your perfume.

e smell of happy,

of puppies and sunshine.

A smell I thought I could never forget

because I thought that was you.

I thought you basically made the perfume.

I thought of you.

You're not the perfume.

I can't stop thinking about you and that

stupid perfume.

I decided to look you in the face.

It was like looking in a mirror.

I saw me in the coffin

but in the coffin was you.

And now I can’t breathe,

I can't think clearly.

I can remember your face,

your voice,

your thoughts

but your perfume;

I have no clue anymore.

I tried to tell you “I love you,”

but the words refuse to leave the comfort of my

throat.

I came to realize that

now I no longer love you.

Sometimes I miss you

but I do not love you.

You know why?

Well because I am you and you are me

and sometimes you gotta die a little bit

to learn to love yourself.