Bitter kindness
Ricocheting regret
Ticking hands on the clock
Not going fast enough
The gleam of my phone screen
Attempting to soothe my
Never-ending anxiety
A fantasy about flavours
To take away the edge of
Anything
A scroll on a page
To remove the building rage
You caused
I created a space where
I gave you grace
Regardless of your pace
I now grimace
If only I’d listened
Truth suffocated
Flailing deep in the ocean of
misconstrued thoughts
Submerged within me
I move to lie on my side
Afraid of what I may find
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