you smell like a mix of axe and dry sweat
as I nestle in your chest
passion lies within the scent that rises and spreads
as you shift your body among these sheets
as you breathe lightly against me
I recognize the smell of your favorite cologne
clinging to your pillowcase
it brings back memories of the very first night
when I realized, that I may actually love you
and this feeling suffocates me, draws me in
and entangles your scents into a state of well-being
I may love you but these fumes I breathe in of unreturned text messages
and sleepless nights
are burning my nostrils, disabling this ability to breathe and smell true love
i've spent too many nights, waiting for my empty bed to be weighed down by you,
a burden heavy with the hands and scents of other women
i've spent too many nights with those scents stuffing up my nose
not allowing m to smell all the different aromas that bring me back
to all the memories and moments that we created together
I'm runing out of will to continue to be wih you
But for now, your scent of axe and dry sweat will do
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