your smell

its been days since i have thought of you

though i wish it had been years..

your memory is a constant knocking at my back door

a reminder of the past i can never shake

its a song, its a phrase

the smell of the cologne that you wore

that lingers in my memory 

its unavoidable in this town

nail

nail pick nail pick
what is there to say?
ive gotta get this hanger before i speak
rip. suck. spit.
i don't enjoy the taste of blood though i do love the pain.