Emotion is not meant to feel like war

words deployed during the hardest of times, when butterflies and tongue ties wouldn’t allow me to let you know how I feel… they don’t even bother to last long enough to form a sentence.


Today I had no desire to see the sun rise or set,
Oxygen was nothing short of an enemy.

Life seemingly unfamiliar

Drowning in regret

Floating in what could of been

Drowning in your scent…


Did you have to come and lay your head on my pillow, long enough for your scent to linger- only to tell me that you won’t spend the night?

How awful of you.

{Leaving me in a bed that’s half full-

Ready and willing to devour me with your fragrance.}

How selfish.