Green Tea Diaries

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 shut up and kiss me’

Oh if only,

i had been stronger

And you had been weaker.

 

Never mine. June 29, 2017

Filed under: Uncategorized — greentea @ 12:29 pm

I was losing you through a closed fist

And I was losing you on an open palm

I was losing you, no matter what.

So now you remain just a grain of sand

Somewhere on a beach I left behind.

 

Simple Simon June 27, 2017

Filed under: Uncategorized — greentea @ 3:24 pm

You should’ve known

What to do with me, with us.

Did you think this was a washing machine?

And that I would come with an instruction manual.

 

 

 

 

 

Et tu? May 2, 2017

Filed under: Uncategorized — greentea @ 9:22 pm

How do you grieve,

A love lost.

When your heart, your mind

Have no capacity for more pain.

Because there is different pain, bigger things to mourn.

Don’t be flattered,

Because i showed my hand today.

For you, my friend

I dont have a tear to shed

Just a sigh perhaps.

A fleeting sense of sadness

As i go about my day.

 

Pause. April 13, 2017

Filed under: Uncategorized — greentea @ 5:38 pm

 

Summer dont you come,

Not just yet

I’m afraid

The nearness of him

Will melt the snowmen

I’ve made in my heart.

 

 

 

Enough April 5, 2017

Filed under: Uncategorized — greentea @ 5:48 am

I’ve decided that im tired.

Of the things he does.

And the things you dont.

Your inability to speak

Is almost as tiresome

As the games he plays.

Although in my mind

you have always been

The one,

In a light bulb moment i realise,

If both of you fail to make me happy

Then neither of you can be right.

Not for me. Not anymore.

 

The one February 28, 2017

Filed under: Uncategorized — greentea @ 6:14 am

What a pity, you’ll never know

How many times I’ve fallen

In love with you

The first time so unexpected

Violent, like a blow to the head

A technicolor event of dancing spots.

The disbelief, the denial

Followed by stunning clarity.

Yes, i was in fact in love.

The next time i fell, so full of awe

Oh your short-lived stay up on a pedestal!

But the third time was really my favorite

It was surreal but lucid.

Like walking in a well known dream

And falling off a cliff.

Full of consciousness and no illusions

We were older, more forgiving.

I think this time, it was for good.

Then there were all those other times in between

Like when i looked across the room

And you were looking at me, unflinching

Or every time your hand curled around mine

But most of all the countless number of times

You knew me better than I did myself.