Sing me to sleep with the smell of sweet flowers and bitter regret

Lilac scented skin and nicotine flavored lips;

no amount of mouthwash could cover up the cigarette on your breath.

The aroma of mango and peach shampoo filter through your porcupine hair and leave me breathless;

gasping for air.

I feel your heartbeat beneath my fingertips;

I let it guide me through the storm of emotions that are campaigning to wreck our ships,

for good.

You reach out to caress me,

to access me, but the damage has been done;

it's hard to cope when panties and training bras were taken off by those you trusted more than now of those you've lusted.

You speak my name,

telling me everything will be okay, that scars'll heal.

I long to believe that's true;

but butter socks don't leave a bruise.

You whisper in my ear and I begin to melt;

I tell myself I'll believe you this one last time and I settle down for you to sing me tragic, late night lullabies.