Lilac seeds,
nestled within your bedsheets.
A foggy lavender haze,
is how you spend most days.
Purple sunsets of days gone by.
Thought provokes eye.
Aster of which you covet,
something that you could love. It
was grape jelly,
Amethyst. Beautiful but deadly.
Night turned from day,
your inhibitions slipped away.
You come back revitalized.
Promises to keep brutalized.
She was sharp.
A knife through the heart.
But was she wrong?
You'd been withdrawn.
Removed so that the healing could restart.
Better together. Better apart.
Desiccated alleys stalk your memories.
Perfectly overloaded sensories.
A place to take your mind to better days,
back to the lovely lavender haze.
YOU ARE READING
A Sad Girls Guide to Her Inner Thoughts
PoesiaA collection of ramblings. Diving into the sadness and unfairness of life.
