A Cup of Tea
By _elle_
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Scald my lips so that their nerves become undone,
Anything to make the act of kissing you less
sickening.
I drink the tea that burns my lips, but only feel
The press of you more on my skin.
They say a cup of tea will make it better
But what if we don't like the taste of tea?
What happens when it doesn’t work on me?
When nothing can numb the hate you make me feel
What works better than a soothing cup of tea?
I hate the curve of your lips, the fact that your
lungs are still intact.
Soothe the boiling blood, by pretending that they’re his,
And not yours. I wish you knew I was doing so.
His words make it worth carrying out:
A promise of a reason to stop, an excuse valid that
no-one will force his arms around me.
You were forewarned and when you are lost
Remember the tragedy I promised.
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This is a very interesting
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This is brilliant _lynze_ I
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WOW! There is some depth of
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Well done _lynze_ on the
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Congrats on the cherry, well
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A superb poem, I especially
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