Green Tea Diaries

Daisy said September 20, 2017

Filed under: Uncategorized — greentea @ 1:36 am

we rolled our eyes.

of course,

we were too young

to understand

but daisy was right.

even a glance is a gift

she said

make them bleed

climb mountains for you

and make sure

they are worthy as fuck

 

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Soar September 15, 2017

Filed under: Uncategorized — greentea @ 7:22 pm

Dont mistake

That fluttering

in my sleeve

For my heart.

They are wings

Breaking free.

 

 

Molasses in my ear August 12, 2017

Filed under: Uncategorized — greentea @ 2:01 am

Your voice

Pours out

Like treacle

Sweet and thick

Sliding down my cheek

Warm syrup on my neck

And engulfs my heart

A liquid caress

 

 

 

Unbearable lightness of being August 4, 2017

Filed under: Uncategorized — greentea @ 5:45 pm

If i were a mortician

I would cut a hole in your chest

And take your cold cold heart out

Then fill the void with my own

I would sew you back up

With rows of neat little stiches

And watch your body come to life

I would even watch you fall in love

With some girl you hardly know

And when you kiss her mouth

I wouldn’t feel a thing

How could i?

When you have my heart

And i have none.

 

 

Demons

Filed under: Uncategorized — greentea @ 5:12 pm

Sing to me heathcliff

Raise your voice

Louder than the wind

And banshees in the moor.

Let them call us the wild ones

Because that’s what we will be.

I will stand right here in the middle

Not quite yours, but certainly never his

And though you may go quite mad

I’ll hold your demons close.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bleed August 3, 2017

Filed under: Uncategorized — greentea @ 2:39 pm

Pain is a curious thing

And you’d think

we’ve caused enough

Endured enough

Still we forget, like a moth

Bedazzled by the light

Drawn, suicidal

To feel pain and make it felt

Unable to resist yet another slight

a fresh cut , a good rub of salt

Until we lie broken

Burnt like the errant moth.

Today you win and i am,

Breathless with pain.

 

Non-affair July 13, 2017

Filed under: Uncategorized — greentea @ 7:26 pm

What if we had just jumped in

When we were younger, bolder

One of those nights

Over gauche arguments

and one too many drinks,

What i really should’ve said is

‘Fuck this,

‘Just kiss me already’

Oh if only,

i had been stronger

And you had been weaker.