i look at you and all i feel is fog
there's bile in my mouth and acid rising in my stomach
the bags under my eyes weigh me down as i try to look away
my feet are dragged through twelve inches of mud whenever i try to walk in the other direction
head always aching, heart pounding like it needs to escape
i always come back to you
when did my hope in you become so fragile?
it used to be strong enough to protect the both of us
but now it wavers whenever you brush me off
i need to stop coming back to you
STAI LEGGENDO
lemon lavender & long nights
Poesiayou'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
