athousandMCwords,
When you left me,
I ate my words
During a breakfast
Of half-cooked promises
And steaming farewells.
In heaping servings of useless pain,
You burned my throat
Until I could speak no longer.
When you came back,
We chose our words
During a lunch
Of hand-picked conversations
And only the best of phrases.
In tiny servings of expensive love,
We emptied our hearts
Until we could give no longer.
Before I left,
You withheld your words
During a dinner
Of candle-lit emotions
And indulgent declarations.
In a single serving of bittersweet goodbyes,
I smothered your intentions
Until you could stay no longer.
Literary: Full or Foolish
When you left me,
I ate my words
During a breakfast
Of half-cooked promises
And steaming farewells.
In heaping servings of useless pain,
You burned my throat
Until I could speak no longer.
When you came back,
We chose our words
During a lunch
Of hand-picked conversations
And only the best of phrases.
In tiny servings of expensive love,
We emptied our hearts
Until we could give no longer.
Before I left,
You withheld your words
During a dinner
Of candle-lit emotions
And indulgent declarations.
In a single serving of bittersweet goodbyes,
I smothered your intentions
Until you could stay no longer.
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