I miss it
Even though I've forgotten it
Two years after and I can sometimes smell it.
Flavor
Unrecognizable, yet familiar
Can't taste it, but can see it
Do I want it? Does it want me?
It cries at me, it asks for acceptance again
I laugh at it, I mock it
Deep inside I still miss it.
Can't have it
Won't let it
Take me
Again.