I turn the pillow over to hold your scent
not for the pleasure of your smell
but for the happiness of the evening it brings
I don’t know how to write
I don’t know how to be good
I don’t know how to be what you need
I just know that I can love
and care and cry and feel anger
how could I hold such compassion
for another human who ruins
and feels pains that you can’t control
I am the biggest pain
a throbbing in your skull
but I’m trying my best
nothing I say holds as much value
as how I feel about you
I turn the pillow over
so your scent controls the room and my senses
I love
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Matthew Bell
20, I like dogs and writing about being sad.
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