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Tea House

I held onto every word -

Every **** you"

Every "worthless"

Every "stupid"

Every "I love you" -

And hung them in the rafters

of my memories -

next to love spoiled I could

never give you - to dry.

Left them to roast

in the corners of my heart.

Rinsed them with my

tears and let the aroma of grief

swirl around my being.

 

I held onto every word -

Every **** you"

Every "worthless"

Every "stupid"

Every "I love you" -

So the next time we met

I could offer you a cup of my grief.

Steep your bitter words in

my own tears

watch as your words

soured on your tongue

and you struggled to swallow

so you could breathe again.

 

But I switched cups.

Gave you honey and lavender

and drank every word -

Every **** you"

Every "worthless"

Every "stupid"

Every "I love you" -

and soothed my own soul.

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Written by
chris-tyler-young
American
Published
Jan 31, 2017
Lines·Words
35·155
Notes

The process of forgiving one who will never apologize.

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