I worshiped your fragrance, that pleasant smell that would seep deep into my pores, That wonderous scent that you left behind on my pillowcase one night, That must have been my weakness, my precious down fall, my ignorant imperfect fraility. Because now the thought of your odor causes me to have nosebleeds.
Reason for writing:
When you're in a relationship you think the best of it,
you admire everything about him or her. Once you split up
you always think of all that went wrong. What was perfect
really wasn't. You illusioned it.
Birth sign: Virgo
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