Paper boats

The scents of lemons

And tears

Smell that bring back

The memories I fear

The smell of detergent

And dirt under my nails

The rustic tinge in the air

I’d never be the same

I remember seeing red

And the all I saw was black

A weird thud followed me hitting my head

And now I won’t dare to look back

I force myself to therapy

“How were you this week”

I just was to sigh and then swear her out

But all I do is internally say

“Bitch please,”

“Not today, not tomorrow, not in 10 years”

My past in the past

It’s dead and gone and buried

And I have no regrets of leaving behinds my tears

Lemons

Paper boats

And tears

Never hurt me

When I was innocent