the day after we parted,
i sat in my favorite spot
at my favorite coffee shop
with my favorite drink in hand,
tears streaming down my cheeks.
and when i consoled myself,
saying you were at the losing end,
i bit into my chocolate tart
and spit it out in disgust.
it was salty after all.
i thought moving on would benefit me in more ways than one. i hate lying to myself.
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Catharsis | On Hold
PoetryPerhaps tomorrow, the flowers will begin to bloom for you, too. Wattpad Pick - 4/19/18 (Pocketful of Posey) Featured on TeenFiction (Trending Teen Fiction) Featured on WattpadPoetry (Heart Stains)
