i sink into the lilac linens
pulled taught across my bed,
with an anchor fixed to my thoughts
they aimlessly plummet into melancholic depths

the lavender aroma
fluttering about my nose
contradicts the overwhelming emotions
that tug at my tears

just a single thread
is yanked from a string
that is plucked from some stitches
that pull apart my lavender scented, lilac linens

there is a part of me that I love and a part of me that I hate only it's the same part of me which I love and hate and they are contantly struggling to dominate