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Apr 2014
I gave you a part of myself
and you just left it there.
How could you leave my soul
sitting on the coffee shop table
you kissed me at?
I don’t even like coffee
Now I know
You didn’t even like me.
To you I am tea and you have a slight
Distaste of leaves that separate so easily
I have distaste for bitterness
and caffeine.
The world should keep you awake,
those songs should keep you alive,
but you need coffee
And I am tea.
I hope you fare well in the future,
I now understand.
My hurt is at my own fault.
I should have known that you like
to try before you buy.
I should have learnt that when
You bought your first car.
Now I know.
You go find your coffee,
And I’ll find my tea.
I am just a little sad because
I thought at least you would like to keep a part of me
But hindsight really is a great teacher,
I now know what I should have seen then.
Mixtapes are meaningless to you.
I am meaningless to you.
They play the mix at the coffee shop sometimes
while I’m eating breakfast
and I remember.
I order tea
You are meaningless to me.
This is based on a story I read on the internet about someone falling in love with a bearded man and she made him a mixtape and he left it at a coffee shop and the barista liked the mix so much he used to play it a lot. this has a lot of artistic liscence applied to it though.
Mel
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Mel  Brisbane
(Brisbane)   
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