astrophile

~Poem 042~

Already, I know.

The sickly sweet smell of your betrayal comes off you in waves, so intense my eyes water.

"Why?" I whisper, ever so softly.

You remain oblivious to this, and continue going on with our lives.

So I keep quiet.

No reason to anger you;

Not after last time.

Never again.

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You know what's funny is that there's actually this sickly sweet smell in my cottage and it's really gross yet addicting. I think it's slowly making me high😂 cause I feel really light headed right now.

And this is more of a short story than a poem but...

Oh well...

:)