~The Broken Poet </3

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/Just a cuppa tea/

Posted on November 5, 2016 at 9:00 PM





Her lips tasted like tea, but he preferred coffee.

A biter flavor, so she switched to a more bitter tea.

Her lips, harsh and warm,

Bitter flavor of Earl Grey on her tongue.

 But he liked his coffee light and sweet, quite like their first kiss.

A sweet flavor now?

She put sugar and cream in her tea this time,

Her kiss was said too sweet this time.

She's just not good enough apparently.

He doesn't seem to care,

At least not in they way she feels like she needs.

He will always prefer coffee over tea,

And she's always been a cup of tea.


  Out of everything,

She tried again,

Her new little obsession someone who still preferred coffee.

Maybe they'll like her cup of tea?

She's done changing,

Done with all the difference.

He doesn't like tea at all this time around,

Perhaps she'll be okay?

Petty little coffee, won't even sip her tea,

At least the other one attempted to understand.

Coffee won't listen,

coffee won't try,

Coffee is too pathetic this time.

Tea has been through so much changing of herself,

And her surroundings.

Her cup is cracking,

Breaking, she's not okay...

He shrugs it all off, what a lovely little companion,

Doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut,

Doesn't know how to properly treat a cup like this,

Sweetly

. This mug of coffee,

Is too darkof a brew apparently,

Too bad she prefers a cavity within in her coffee...

He can't see how much she needs someone,

He can't tell how badly her cup is breaking.

Her tea is seeping out, everything is pooling away.

Her cup is now empty,

The little pieces of porcelain in cased in the pool of the light, light tea.

She couldn't take faking it anymore.

Coffee doesn't understand,

His own mug starting to crack, he's missing her?

I thought he loved to pretend like she was okay?

All she did was try to say she was hurting. But he never heard that?

He feels guilty, he feels numb.

He doesn't know what else to do but shrug this one off too.

His mug will break eventually,

Not that tea cup ever mattered anyways.

Her flavor was too sweet for a coffee brewed too dark.

-The Broken Poet </3

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