sometimes when i wake up,
there's a sweet smell lingering.
on a good day i find peace in being alone.
the past covered with noise, crowds, sex and alcohol doesn't make my knees buckle.
none of those memories could make me curl into a ball or cry myself back to sleep.
still, the sweet scent of relief doesn't come alone. a sour taste burns my lips
and all the way down to my throat.
the bitter aftermath of being left behind,
left alone.
the keeping secrets no one knows,
with no one to tell.
now, that's enough to make me choke.
