Still Wrapped On My Brain

I miss you,

not in a nostalgic way, not out of loneliness,

Desperetly,

I miss your touch, our talks,

our jokes, your vanilla cologne,

the way your hands cover my whole face.

Your gorgeous smile, and those green eyes,

my body, my heart, my hips, all of it,

I wonder what part of me you didn't touch.

I still dream of you,

your freckles, your scent.

I miss you so much it's ridiculous.

Vanilla has taken over your name,

it has taken over my life.

I can't walk past a bakery,

past a perfume section,

without thinking of you.

I'm not able to move on, to forget you.

Missing you is all I do.