Regreting My Sense of Smell

She is so so close

I can smell her scent still on my shirts

I can feel her kisses so good it hurts

and i hurt so bad

that my insides flirt

just a little with the cold

and embraces it until it can't be molded

frozen block solid

and I become dressed, very well suited

I am no longer naked in her eyes

she can't comprehened my thoughts

she can't see my blemishes

she can't see how my beautiful heart relishes the thoughtof us

all she can see is an expressionless face

niether stronger, nor weaker

kind of like a mix of uncertin chemicals in all black beaker

she can't see me as i clearly see her

she can no longer see in, nor through me

yet she stays, and this is wat gives me

the greatest of pain

so so very close, so close

I can smell her scent still on my shirts