Sour
Ive always felt you were sour, only once I left and no longer had to smell you was I able to enjoy that sense, the beauty of smells so apparent around me, almost overwhelming in their possibility
Your sourness crawled towards me, trying to smother me, accomplishing at times
Success in making me believe I was too hard to love
Like a person drowning, pushing me down to keep yourself afloat
But you weren't just a smell, that ooze and slippery nature was your essence, your words, your touch, your control
I see you, I fucking see you