Axe

Whenever I smell 

Axe cologne,

It is late summer,

And I'm with my boyfriend,

Holding hands

And looking into his eyes.

The wind blows

And he holds me closer

We'll be lost in each other's eyes forever.

But this is not my story. My story is

Running away, hiding from

Him for as long as I can.

The bruises from the last time

Still sting my arms.