Green Tea Diaries

Dysfunction November 10, 2016

Filed under: Uncategorized — greentea @ 3:32 pm

I turned around for a moment, as I high tailed it out of here.

And i saw you run in the opposite direction.

How did we ever think self preservation wouldn’t get the better of us.

Leave before you are left. Always.





Melancholia (repost) September 1, 2016

Filed under: Uncategorized — greentea @ 3:26 pm

These days of melancholia

of inexplicable sadness

The lingering grey

Seeping thin like mist

Pouring heavy like rain

Oh these days of melancholia

These days in between.


Anticlimax August 31, 2016

Filed under: Uncategorized — greentea @ 9:00 pm

I was doing something mundane

Like picking up a stray sock

When i heard the news.

That i had lost you.

Ironic, because we were never mundane.

Every emotion was supercharged

Every moment a spectacular event.

How unfortunate if we should end this way.






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.



Un-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.