I preferred the smell of my affair's cologne to my boyfriend's laundry.
His cologne that I stole from his bedroom.
His bedroom that I slept in but never spent the night.
The night I kissed him, it was surreal.
Surreal because I never thought he would like me.
Like me? Love me.
Love me because I gave him adventures.
Adventures like walking around Target and taking him to my favorite park.
My favorite park because you can see the city lights.
City lights remind me that I am not alone.
Not alone because he stood by me, mouth agape.
Mouth agape in the same way he noticed the scars.
The scars that told a million secrets, displayed on my arm.
My arm that was connected to my hand.
My hand that held his hand.
His hand that was strong and masculine.
Masculine like that cologne that I wear to cover up the smell of your laundry.