your name
is tattooed
to the backs
of my eyelids
and the underside
of my tongue
and while no one
else may notice,
your ghost
still follows me
everywhere
you've hurt me enough
LEAVE ME ALONE
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
