I’ve never received a flower
Or even a rose
But I’m a guy
So it’s acceptable I suppose
No kisses
Or sweets
No treats
That signifies ones feelings for me
No token of ones love
But I have gotten
Disappointment
Watered with hate
Planted in betrayal
Fertilized with lies
And maintained by fakes
Roses are Red
But my roses are dead
And crumble beneath my feet

I’ve made a *** of coffee
And filled a cup for everyone.
I pour the last drops for you
But my cup remains dry.

You tell me, you prefer tea.

I’ve made a cup of tea
And place the sugar bowl beside it.
You tell me, you prefer honey
But you’ll drink it anyway.

Since then,

I’ve kept tea in the cupboard
And honey by the sugar

Just in case you’d come around.

And I can’t remember if I, myself,
Preferred coffee or tea.