Lavender

By Cate

I let the lavender plant die.

It wilted,
then it dried
and it withered,
then it died.

I got sick of my clothes smelling like
your perfume,
wine red satin sheets that remind
me of your shampoo.

There’s no Hallmark movie about us,
but I bet a wrinkled $5 it’s coming soon.
They’ll leave out the ending though, 
because breaking is just not the right "mood"

It's a shame,
you know,
that you wear
lavender perfume.
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Cate

VT

18 years old

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