Cologne Soake Dry Eyes

The smell of your shirt

and your blanket on my bed,

reminders that you're at home

and I'm sitting here alone again.

Left with my memories

of more effort-less time,

when nothing else mattered

but our kisses and sighs.

But now I lay alone

with the apprehension of what's to come.

My recollection of everything

comes rushing all at once.

 

This detriment of heart,

for both you and I,

delusive as it seems

will all be worth it in time.

Ye, it is hard

and nay, is it amusing

But the time spent with you

deadens my heart's bruisings.

 

Because near to you,

I am unyielding.

I am dedicated

I am forgiving.

 

Things always get hard

before they are simple.

I wish I could take back

my heart being so fickle.

But nothing else matters

other than devotion

and that when I'm without you

I am void of all emotion.