Again

Here I am
again.

Drinking in your
sorrow
between my sips of
tea.

You’re talking about
that person
again,
the one who
never calls back
never listens to you
never seems to
love you
like
you them
or
me you.

Today, you opt for a strawberry sundae
to douse your
pain
while I choose English Breakfast
for
mine.

I see you swallow the sweet
with bitter
tears, allowing the cold
to numb
your crushed
heart.
(It is as
bitter
as the tea
I’ve been drinking
that has lost its
warmth
from staying with
you
for so
long.)

You tell me
the same things
you’ve been telling me
for the last
6 months
you’ve been
together.

You tell me
the same things
you’ve been telling me
for the last
8 years
we’ve been
together

as
friends.

Friends.

That’s what they always say you two should be.
That’s what you always say we two are.

You fall
and fall
and fall
in love with
someone else,
while I fall
and fall
and fall
for
you.

Today,
you cry
and wonder
when you’ll ever find
your
someone.

Tomorrow,
you will get
up
and find
a someone,
a someone
that’s not
me.

Me,
I will
smile
pay for your
drink and your
time
and take another sip
of the bitter drink
I will always choose
with
you.

–

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