I smell the coffee on your lips
Hazelnut, mixed with words you refuse to speak to me
I smell the butterscotch on your skin
Like Jeffrey pines, mixed with caresses you refuse to lavish me with
I smell the pie in your hair
Enticing blueberry, mixed with thoughts you refuse to reveal to me
I close my eyes, and start to inhale, inhale, inhale.
How can rejection be this insanely sweet?