Love Smells Like…

I used to think love smelled like home-made cookies and my mother’s shampoo.

It used to smell like motor oil and my dad’s hugs after his bike rides…until that all changed.

Now, love smells like chlorine.

It’s silly, I know, but it’s true.

Love smells like lemon popsicles and sun cream on a summer’s day.

It smells like a house full of coconut and coffee, and a car with a bubblegum air refresher.

Love smells like him, but his scent has been tarnished by another girl’s perfume. I can’t say anything because this love is not mine.

It smells like the back seat, and the cinema and the pool and the arcade.

It smells like every single place I have fell in love with you.

But to you, love will smell like her and it will never smell like me.

Love smells like fear.

Because it’s intoxicating and addictive all in one.

But I’d rather live with it than without it, because I love the smell…even if you don’t.

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