lavender is my favorite
it smells like bittersweet tragedies
and burning candles
bubble bath
and relaxation
you are a stranger to comfort
you are a low-life
you find darkness in the brightest of places
but somehow, you still smell like
lavender to me
YOU ARE READING
& the moon
Poetry& the moon is a piece of all my poetry, crammed into one 'fanfiction.' it is me & my poetry, my trauma pieces and everything else. it is my work, my reasons, my thoughts. poetry has no rules, and i probably am not even that good lmfao.
