"what would you do if i killed myself right now?"
my breath always caught in my throat
when you asked me this,
and i hate that i got used to the feeling
to the point that
eventually i barely felt it at all.
"i don't know. you wouldn't."
you promised you wouldn't.
you promised.
your words were next to worthless,
but i held onto them anyway.
"i know, but if i did."
"i don't know."
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lemon lavender & long nights
Поезіяyou're lemon lavender and long nights [when the scent of lemon lavender was all that filled my head while talking to you those long summer nights] ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ COLLECTION NO.3 #38 in poetry © wraiths™ 2015-2016
