I walk down the halls
past the classrooms I was once in
and I can smell every single memory I had in theregood ones, bad ones
rooms hold memories.
-I walk past someone I used to know,
A smell of something familiar.
I turn back looking behind me
and see them looking back as well
but we look away and continue walking the other way.
an old stranger's scent holds memories.
-I clean up my room,
seeing a half empty bottom of perfume,
I bring it up to my nose to smell
i'm my old self,
when I hated myself,
when I had everything
and nothing at the same time.I lingered onto the bottle for a few extra seconds,
I then set the perfume down,perfume can hold memories.
-never look behind you,
even if you swore you smelled a familiar scentthat brought you joy
and sadness.because it's in the past
and you can't dwell on that.
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The Thoughts That Chew
Poetryyou can't be perfect no one can Even if they look perfect Everyone has their own story.