Pour Grace on my Name

Grace is when you drink at my expense,

and get drunk on my good will.

When you think we're good,

but we're not.

Grace is when I let you think it's okay,

when you hurt me,

again and again.

Grace is when I stop talking.

Because my words will become poison,

and you've become so accustomed to drinking of me,

that you'd swallow the good and the bad.

Grace is when I sweeten myself,

even though I'm dying.

Making the best of milk, 

that makes white flecks in your tea,

but you can't taste it's off yet.

Grace is when I keep opening an artery for you,

so you stay,

for my own fears of being alone,

which become more an more real each day.

Grace is an idiot.

I guess that's my new name now.

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