Bruised and Broken

In this therapy session

Guilt creeps in 

Give me a lesson

Consider it a trigger,

Don't say it again,

But it's all for love,

Where should it begin?

Breathe in the scent,

It's a sweet perfume,

The smell of lavender 

Will bring you doom.

You believe that you're happy,

But is it true?

When I can sense it,

I'll remember you. 

But until then,

I'll only sleep,

Broken and bruised 

In a sweet dream.