lemon ink

Gotta take my daily medication. Mon, Wed, Fri, and Sun is White Widow and the rest are Lemon Sour Diesel.

He woke up facing the window
That’s all they could tell her and one of the only things she knew
He had green eyes
Dark hair
And he woke up facing the window
She hoped with all of her heart
That it had been the most glorious sunrise
And the songbirds had gotten their melody stuck in his head

Sometimes, she would sit and wonder if she could have loved him
Or if that would have even been enough
Other times, she would sit and hate him
Tearing his reputation apart in her head
For if he had left her with this
What had he left loved ones with
But even then, she would hold her thoughts

Because how could you really blame someone

—  Beth Newbold