« My vision is darker whenever you're near. »
Who knew your worst flaw would be that you can't bring yourself to say no?
Instead you let me cling to your empty words of "maybe" and "a little," and I die a little bit inside each time.
I'd much rather be forced to deal with the breaking of my faith in you than keep this impractical sense of hope in my chest. It shrinks every time you won't give me a straight answer, but it'll never fully leave unless one of us pushes it out. I'll never have the willpower to, and you don't have the humanity.
You can see the trust draining in my eyes whenever you talk to me, and it only encourages you. Maybe you care, but your desire to feel loved is worth more to you than anyone else's well-being, and I, of all people, should know that by now.
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lemon lavender & long nights
Poetryyou'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
