your hair smelled of vanilla
every single day which i loved you.
but today,
it had a hint of daggers in it too.
for when i breathed in
with my arms holding tight;
afraid to let go,
the sweet scent
went straight past everything else
and stabbed my heart.
oh, the pain i felt,
knowing i was leaving you.
i'll carry the stinging pain
of your goodbye
forever in my heart
let me hurt
it's better than
moving on and
forgetting
you.
YOU ARE READING
vanilla scented daggers from you, my love // poetry collection
Poetryin which i, an amateur "poet", try to pretend i can write
