Green Tea Diaries

Inertia August 17, 2016

Filed under: Uncategorized — greentea @ 12:03 pm

I’m no stranger to pain

I’ve known all kinds.

Searing white hot pain

To the kind that dissolves in tears

Kick in the stomach pain that takes you by surprise

And even the cold numbing kind.

But this time it’s new

This dull heavy pain

This paralysis

This rope of pain

that ties my hands

My head, my feet.



Invincible August 10, 2016

Filed under: Uncategorized — greentea @ 2:43 pm

I’ve never needed a hero

Because i am.

And when he destroys me

Again and again.

I still wouldn’t ask

But i wish you would come.


your love August 5, 2016

Filed under: Uncategorized — greentea @ 6:32 am

Sitting here,

Quiet, in a darkened room

Long after we’ve spoken

I think of your voice

Breaking with tenderness.

I close my eyes

And picture your love

Creeping like tendrils

Across oceans and telephone lines

To wrap around me

Whilst i sit here in my chair.


The way we were August 1, 2016

Filed under: Uncategorized — greentea @ 6:31 pm

What does it matter if i know

Just how you like your eggs

Cooked on the edges,

Yolk running in rivulets.

Who gives a damn that only you know

When im about to spill my drink

Your steady hand under mine in no time

Even if you were across the room.

How irrelevant we’ve become!

A connection, once crackling and alive

Now obscure in space and time.





Onus July 31, 2016

Filed under: Uncategorized — greentea @ 3:19 pm

There is no one to blame

But ourselves.

All the things we wasted, waiting.

The love we didn’t make

The children we never had

The youth we could’ve shared.

All but gone now,

Now that we count our days in years.

I know it leaves you unspeakably sad

And me sadder still.









Plan B July 20, 2016

Filed under: Uncategorized — greentea @ 8:43 pm

One of these day

I will tear this cage down

And sell each piece

For its weight in gold.

I will trade this cage

To buy me a brand new life.


Grey July 15, 2016

Filed under: Uncategorized — greentea @ 12:19 pm

running my fingers through his hair

i come upon flecks of grey

grey i had never noticed was there before

when did you grow old, i ask

suprised, almost angry

how dare he change anything

when i wasnt looking.

still i realize, we know this grey well.

grey has always been our color,

never black and white.

grey like the spaces between us

grey, like our days without the other.





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