I needed to smell him not the smell and the smoke.
But no matter how hard
I tried
I just couldn’t…
and though I tried
and inhaled deep
even I was lost…
and couldn’t see.
His monster had taken over, the emotionless demon,
the thing without compassion and tears.
I only smelled his demon,
and that’s why I can’t come back to love him…
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