What reminds me of you are
the scratches on my wall
the broken bottle of...
words I`ve spoken to you while you were asleep.
My sheets smell like...
You.
Reminds me of
How I hate you
more than wasps on
ice-cream.
More than papercuts,
Roadkills and kids...
gone mad running in the park with knives.
Reminds me of
the day we`ve spent
together.
In despaire we
held hands
and never let go...
of the hope that maybe someday we`ll stop telling lies.
It was just all in...
my head.
The sunny day,
your perfume,
the daisies,
even your torn-up
t-shirt that`s still looking for tomorrow`s pleasures.
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