another reason to write about things in the summer

your cologne refuses to leave me alone

unlike you

random wiffs of your scent

out of the 'bleu’

invisible ties wont release me from this bed

i cant move

wondering whose

you might wander off into.

did i make it all up in my head?

what a mess i’ve created

have you gotten the clue i asked you to get?

was ours a story better left unread?

they say the things left unsaid, are the things that kill us dead.

i won’t ever say these things to you,

i wish it were as easy as tying a shoe-

i wish you at least knew my favorite color isn’t even blue.

-g.m.t