Familiar Scent

Swirling back in time

i smell a familiar scent

there is no need to question what I'm smelling

i've held it a thousand times before

the one who I've loved before

the one who I've hated before

fate would have said my chest filled with hate

almost going insane

but there is nothing left to hate

Not obssessed or upset

Not holding onto the pieces because there are no pieces to hold anymore

My hands breathe

My heart relax