Letters I'll Never Send

Dix-sept

I have to tell you something
I'm sad
Really sad
You make me feel the need to feel sad
Remembering your taste on my lips is like remembering grief
Like remembering pain
Like remembering things that happened to me in the dark
Like remembering the swallowed tears and bloody towels
I have to tell you something
You will always be a bitter pill that I just can't seem to swallow