I miss the beautiful conversations I'd have with his mother.
I remember thinking,
"She isn't bad as he makes her seem."
She felt like a mom away from my mom.
I craved to be her daughter-in-law.
"They're so cute together, like an old couple"
That sounded like music to my ears.
I was so blindly in love.
Feeling with any ounce of innocence I had.
I regret meeting that girl, I'll tell you that honestly.
I liked her because she used to be close to him.
Once again, I smelt him.
I tasted him on her lips.
The more I think about her the more I want her.
Now not even because of him.
But because of the silk of her hair.
The swing of her hips.
The way she cared.
Joy.
It came and went.
And I pay for it.
All of it.
Maybe that's my destiny,
playing the fool on repeat.
Just like he came and went.
So will others.
And so will that scent.
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