you threw me away as if i were a cup of cold tea
into the bin where all failed hopes, dreams,
and expectations rot away into nothingness,
where broken hearts go to forgive and forget.but that's okay, and i'm okay.
and some rare nights i wonder
why i'm fine and dandy;
although nothing but the most
mundane of mundane thoughts keep me restless until the wee hours of daybreak.and i figure it out just as the last cold drop of tea seeps into the cracks and crevices of my chapped, weary lips.
and that's okay, because i'm okay,
because i was never your cup of tea,
and to me, you were merely a worthless,
temporary infatuation that nevertheless
brought me joys amidst pain.and really, worry not,
for all i was to you was a cup of cold tea,
and all you were to me was a lingering memory
buried in the depths of my mind,
never to be remembered again.- 3/4/18
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Catharsis | On Hold
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