No expression, no expression
Don't look
don't run your tongue along your teeth
don't think
Thinking is terrible
It's terrifying
It's a horrifying thought
To mess it up again
With thinking
But, oh, the conversations we still have
And we're friends again
And I'm happy
What's the lesson learnt?
Never trust boys who relate to japanphile girls
Trust them... but never , ever, believe their actions
And a smell reminds me of girls eating french fries cold
and a clamy scent of gym class partners
A smoky smell of people who don't leave the home
A smell of home baking, left on the counter
With a note that encourages "Leftovers need to be eaten!"
And a smell of sugary snacks, covered up
with expensive perfums
And an exotic scent of scarves left in closets
Left their after your Morroco trip
And if you close your eyes
the scents of a life will flit about your heart
Can you follow the trail?
Find whatever sickly sweetness comes from a corner of your room?
You know the smell of powder comes from your pillow
that's peachy with powders
and black with late night misgivings
Oh, don't you read those conversations!
Reminiscing will kill you
It's a crisis a day
and it makes you feel good
Like another smile or hip-weight would
And a jokester's smile in proximity with yours
you might just get stuck in the grind again