A fancy perfume is useless, so is a beauty trip to Sephora,
Bath & Body works smells divine, but I can’t think straight because your illusion is so etched in my mind.
Neither do I need coffee nor tea,
Neither Advil nor Tylenol.
Deep breathing calms me, but my feet still won’t stay on the ground.
Like a wise woman, I try window shopping,
but every reflection of me looks incomplete with dreamy eyes sinking.
‘Dammit!’ I mutter and search for another mental escape
And as I turn around, I see you laughing at my ‘lost in love’ face.
