love letters

love letters strung out like broken teeth on a washing line
she hadn't meant to be so rash
with tea spilt on pages of scrawled left-handed script
they look like children's pirate maps.
her hand had slipped and done the act
she'd been building up to for weeks
destroy the memory of a relationship passed
in all but sentimentality.
but now with papers illegible in the moonlight
she wonders why she wished this;
her tongue slipped last time and made the mistake
she'd been meaning to make and regret.
she's good at regret with this practise.
but she knows he'll never know how she cried
over broken love letters, covered in tea.