Asking for Help

His scent sometimes
descends without warning.
The mixture of cologne
and cigarette smoke,
detergent and beer
permeates everything
for just a second and
reminds me of you.
Reminds me of
your bravery.
You asked for help
like you have so many times.
So I held your hand,
I comforted you when your
fears were too overwhelming
and I told you,
I told you
you would not end up like
them;
you would not end up like
him.
It was okay then,
it'll keep being okay,
and maybe I'll go back some time
with you,
and ask about my story, too.
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'The mixture of cologne and
'The mixture of cologne
and cigarette smoke,
detergent and beer'
Clean and dirty, great contrast.
To be completely honest, I'm in tears right now (again).
I can't think of anything to fix/change/revise with this but I just wanted you to know I read it.
:( Don't cry!! I just want
:( Don't cry!!
I just want you to know I ♥ you!