it's wrong it's wrong it's wrong
but it feels so good to hurt you
after being bruised and beaten
by your empty words
i want you to know
what you did to me
and i know that i can only give you
a fraction of that pain
but at least it's something
i want you to fucking suffer
and it's scaring me
what have you done to me?
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
