Words spoken too late,
Burning regrets of infinite hate
in a sea of ghosts like “I’m sorry” and “never again”
Apologies haunted by sayings unwanted,
throw me a ring to escape.
Toss me a word, that I’ve never heard,
a ladder to climb from your lies.
If your tongues in the way, of the right thing to say, cut it loose and offer it to the spirits.
Give me a heartfelt or two, love I’ve never knew
For if it’s the same ole spittle,
I’d rather not hear it.
© Hannah Truelove
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