Memories in the morning

Every morning I wake with your apology in my mouth. It has grown bitter with your lies and overtime has died in my throat.

My breath helplessly tries to grasp your sweetness but in the morning it only seems to gasp at your unkindness.

I long for the day my jaw does not ache with your memory.

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