15th again

You painted me wild
with your favourite scent
dragged me inwards,
far from the furthest point of limits.
Away from plausibility,
and common sense,
away from the city lights
bustling with heartless people.
You wrote to me,
vulgarising the process.
In a whim of the moment,
I no longer needed you.
Discussion ended before it began
you were taking it slow,
I got tired.
we wasted so much space,
and one day we wonder
what has become of us.

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