The Designer Scent of Us

You don’t want to hear how I want you; You’re going to hear it anyway, sprayed all over these perfumed pages of poetry; You don’t want to know that the only fear lies inside you; You are the one who’s running. You don’t want to hear that I’m not going anywhere; That now someone will stand beside you no matter what. Saying so little with so many words, you don’t want to hear any of mine; That would mean you’d have to face yourself and what’s inside; You don’t want to hear that it’s hard to bottle up love. That eventually it will win implode or explode until the fairy tale staged around us eventually is told; You don’t know it but you’ve been covered all over in the scent of who we are since the moment we met; It’s designer strong, to capture everything that we are together; You don’t want to hear that our paths crossing was divine intervention; That people would kill for what fell into our laps. You’re going to breathe that in anyway, sprayed all over these perfumed pages of poetry.