I've started wearing perfume every day,
And using something new to wash my hair.
Because you used to tell me I smell like sunscreen,
Mixed with something sweet.
And I don't know if I can ever think of sunscreen,
As smelling like something other than what I'd imagine loneliness does.
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Butterflies come flying out [poetry]
PoetryThe words of a teenage girl with too many emotions and no other form of catharsis.