Your scent is like a drug

I hate when you can smell someone on you, but you don't know where.

And the smell is so wonderful, but it only whiffs by once you stop looking for it, once you stop thinking about it - it comes back and teases you with just a single sniff more.

Then it disappears again.

And the smell is so stimulating, so intoxicating, but there isn't enough of it for you to get high.

But you know that if you had that smell at it's source, it would make you crazy.

But not having it makes you crazy, too.

And all you want to do is inhale it for a few moments, to just embrace it for a little while, but you can't because it doesn't belong to you.

You still have no idea where this smell is coming from, but you keep smelling it each time you nearly forget about it. It reminds you that you will never be able to have it in your grasp, leaving with only a single whiff once again.

Your smell is so fucking intoxicating.

And you've got me wrapped around your fucking finger.

And I'm falling for you in slow motion.

But I'm just a friend to you.

I fucking hate myself sometimes, god damnit.