Like Loss

Trust me. I have been there before.
Your story sounds so similar to the way I remember all the recesses in my mind.
Places I felt crammed into, defined by.

Trust me, I have laid in your bed.
I have sniffed at your sheets, trying to hold onto a scent I cant always be certain is only yours.
Perfume and Cologne are sold in multitudes.
you think its only yours, but it reminds me of someone else.

Trust me, I have clung to you.
My nails have left their mark-
and you feel it now,
only now that I am gone.

Trust me,
You will miss me in places you didn't know you could feel.

Trust me.
It will be so similar, but nothing at all, like- loss.

Trust me.
I have never fully trusted you.