I once lied to you.
You had asked me how you smelled and I wanted to impress you.
I tried to be poetic and say you smelled like a fresh ocean breeze.
Honestly it's sad, that I wasn't honest.
The truth is, you smelled like dirt.
Like topsoil after a day of rain.
The smell of growth.
I got to experience moments of my favorite smell everytime you brushed against me.
Every kiss was heightened.
Every time you embraced me I could feel it.
And when you said you loved me.
I could feel us growing.
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Reflections (Chapter two)
PoetryFollow my rise and Experience my redemption, as I fight back against all that haunts me. There will be poems dedicated to others and how they help me in my rise, and there will be standalones where I forgive those who put me in the pit to begin with.
