i think you believed your words too.
everything you promised me
was a promise to yourself
and you broke it, you broke it.
but you didn't even notice;
the concept of us
just faded from your memory
and is still stained
like black paint against my brain.
YOU ARE READING
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
