Talk for days, fall in love.
Discuss dirty stuff and
Get naked on screen.
You fight, you argue
You figure it out and fall
In love more fiercely to
Shag each other on video
For months.
You then fall apart. Breakup.
You just close the screen
And there's an eternal divide.
Moving on seems easy-
But it gets to you.
Heart is heart, and you get
Frozen in a period of time.
You miss her eternally.
Her face, her eyes.
Hair, skin, bare bust
And the way she touched
Her crotch-
You imagine the way she
Would have touched you.
But how can you?
Touch is what you're
Most deprived.
This two-dimensional love..
The deprivation it came with.
It haunts you.
You shag yourself in
Her memory for years.
Her face fades. Letter by
Letter her name fades.
And one day it hits you.
She remains only in what
You can smell.
She's fused in the smell of
Your semen with a hint of
Urine.
What else could have
Filled the vacuum?
Maybe that's the smell
Of all the hopeless romance.
Maybe it isn't.
Maybe it would have been
Different if you had
Held her hand once.
Maybe be this is loneliness.
Maybe that's how a
Break up stinks.
Maybe that's how a
A touch-deprived story is
Supposed to end.
Maybe that's how
Best of memories smell.
Maybe you never know.
Maybe that's why you
Take things in hand
And do it again.
And maybe... that's why
Everything goes on
Smelling the same.