Scattered Notes


I slept in your arms. We rang in the new year. I was smelling of someone else but now you are in my head. I liked laying in your arms. I don’t know if you feel the same way. Do you want to see me in normal light?


The thought of you makes me smile with such vibrance I need to hide it against my knee.

After you the rainy night did not feel lonely or scary or dark. It was brightly lit with crystal chandeliers, droplets falling down.


I can still smell you on me. After 4 showers. I want my scent back.