Your scent
Sickeningly sweet passing through my nostrils
Setting on my uneasy stomache
It clings to my hands, and when I touch my face
Or lie them on my pillow
You are in my midst
Like you have been so many times before
I have to wash it from my hair
It clings to my fabric
In my every pore
Even the smell of my own bed sheets
Of my room Of my Burberry perfume
Takes me to that time
I'll push you aside
I'll seek you out
I'll try my hardest
And I'll fail.
I'll find myself again
Against the cool black leather seat
Confessing.