He Doesn’t Care

by Poetically Yours, Chesca

As I spray on the last drop of cologne,

I wish the ounces of love in my heart–

The ounces still left and kept there for you,

Would disappear

As fast as my cologne ran out.

My cologne was saved up for special events.

And so I question

Why I’m still keeping you,

When I am your empty bottle anyway.

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