I found your jacket laying on my bed.
Your scent is so strong it hurts my head.
I'll wear it at night and breathe you in,
While I try not to let the bad parts in.
I went out to the store and bought your old cologne.
I spray it on myself to remind me of home.
It's sick and twisted, but it helps me cope.
No matter how hard I scrub, I can't wash the memories of you out.
I found your old t-shirt under my bed,
Next to the letters you never even read.
I found your old mix tapes you made before you left,
And a picture of us when we had first met.
Everywhere I look,
All I see is you.
I'm beginning to think you left your things here on purpose to toy with my head,
And now I think I'm going insane.
And I'm dancing around the room,
And I'm singing at the top of my lungs,
And your scent is fading away,
And I'm shouting at the top of my lungs,
And I'm yelling at the top of my lungs,
And I'm screaming at the top of my lungs,
And I ran out of your perfume.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All resemblance to actual people, places, incidents, or things is completely coincidental.