the room smelt
like lilac.
the way she always wanted
it to be.
to her smelt clean
but to me it smelt
like my omas home
it just misses the hints
of stale coffee,
disinfecting spray
and, laundry soap.
i hate the smell
but to her its home.
the room smelt
like lilac.
made me think
of all of my old hopes.
or were they her's i can't
even remember anymore.
the room smelt
like lilac.
i try not to think
of the smell cause
its all i can ever smell
when i walk into her home.
and not one good memory
ties it's self with the scent
the room smelt
like lilac.
i swear the smell
has baked into the walls.
from every candle
she burns makes the scent
grow more and more strong
the room smelt
like lilac.
i've bought her
everyone of those candles.
the room smelt
like lilac.
as much as i hate the smell
i was the one who
helped her plant
the lilac bushes
in the back.
the room smelt
like lilac.
but the smile
on her face
makes it worth it
everytime.
the room smelt
like lilac.
like it's intended too.
the room smelt
like lilac.
just like she
wanted it too.
the room smelt
like lilac
just like i
want it too.
1 1 : 2 4 p m
YOU ARE READING
altercation of self-actualization《poetry
Poetryal•ter•ca•tion noun 1. a noisy argument or disagreement espically in public self-ac•tu•al•i•za•tion noun 1. the realization or fulfilment of ones talents and potentialities, espically conisdered as a drive or need present in everyone
