Just wrote it.
when words aren't enough/we always seem to give up
The summary is the title.
sometimes it hurts too much to stay
Terrible tales of times that have passed.
Oh, how I love you
It's just an accident.
"it'll grow out of your mouth"
Take a look inside a bitter heart.
No one on whom you can depend.
Someone, make it stop.
No hope today.
this poem has nothing to do with a teacup, the title deceives you.