B -- Cologne

i pick up
the shirt you left behind
with your scent
ingrained in it

lift it to my face
breathe in your scent
and tell myself
that i still love you

but i don't

i am in love with the tragedy
of being left behind

that's what keeps me coming back for more

and the scent of lovers past
blend in with the scent of lovers to come

because you all wear the same goddamn cologne.