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 wordsi 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 somethingi 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