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6d
I'm drinking the tea that we used to drink
The tea that I'm now drinking with an other
The tea that we used to spill close to the sink
Every time I'll try to test the tea with someone else
But they hate it or acting weridly

I thought I could never take the tea without Him
I've wait so long, my tea was completely cold

Easily the Eight tried it, then adore it
Now we've drinking and talking about this tea
When the water is hot enough
I just put the infusion, blood starts to invade the cup
Thsi invasion starts in my heart too

Except, the taste isn't the same anymore
Now Red is everywhere
Nothing tastes like the beginning
Even my eyes start to close on Eight's Red flags

This acidic taste start to **** me off
I added sugar, more energy
But wait...
I'm blind, it doesn't taste like tea anymore

The flavours of my first tea with Eight start to reappear
The taste of his tongue too
The heath of his hands which travel my body
This poem is about the love i have for  tea and how i can compare my love life to the fact of drinking tea or spilling it. How people can impact everything around you even the simple act of drinking tea. But at the end of the day its just abt even though you add more energy in your relationship it can ruin it and then it doesn't feel the same anymore
Written by
Kalmia lilies  18/F/Paris
(18/F/Paris)   
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